Through the abyss I travel,
Not knowing where I go,
But only of where I’ve been.
Through the cold darkness I drift,
Catching only hints of light,
Warmed by the message within.
Torn, tattered and aged,
Written of time gone past,
Of love, loss, hopes and dreams.
I know not when my journey shall end,
But only hope I may be found,
So that my story may once again be read.
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