Hazy Path
Mist sticks to my cold skin,
As I walk down this cold path,
The path I do not know.
Where I am going,
No one sees the road,
It’s unknown to me.
The mist covers,
Covers both my eyes,
Making me blind.
I need help,
What to do,
Is unknown.
Dying,
Laying down,
_Breathe. _
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_Help._