Can’t run anymore
don’t have the strength anyway
can’t hide, why even bother
my limbs are weak
my mind is spent
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I have no wish to speak
no desire to say or to do
Every breath brings me closer to death
****
must this be the last thing I feel
this excruciating pain that rises from the depts. of my soul
mounting slowly upward attempting to choke life from me
****
Do I fight for life and live without you
Or let go into the comforting welcoming arms of death.
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