They reached the final destination at the end of their respected journeys, wherever it was they had all been heading they met in the same place. That place was the gloomy avenue of headstones in the cemetery. Choose your plot but be in no hurry to use it as the lights will go out for all eternity.
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Flight over the dark souls
I soar, soar above all of you, lowly dwellers of the earth, I confess that my soul is black and heavy. So leaden is my heart, yet it does not weigh me down insufferbly yet. Each knock and disappointment adds an ounce to the weight of my heart. It is my soul that is dark not yours yet and I soar above you. Darkness can fly in silence.
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