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final testament of a broken man

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So in my solitude ...
Time sat still .. dead ...

Hours passed and I was alone here in my sacred Grove my garden of Eden which I call home , hours turned to days I didn't see toe setting sun for the bleak emptiness that greeted me was so cold ... that my eyes would flow with tears , the days fell into weeks , wandering blind and helpless unable to return home , from the guilt and the shame of giving up , weeks passed and the months roll on the abyss that I was subjected to in the hollow casket of my grave you dug ....

Though I found comfort in the beauty of nature, the looming sensation of death ,the numb longing for what has been long lost , never to return,  never to have once more under the setting sun , starving solitary on lonely shores ...

Never to go home .....
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