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Slowly Dying
As I lay here
Agony clawing
Flowing tears
I am bawling.
Crying over fate
Over my rotten luck
Cursing this last mate
Knowing I'm a schmuck.
Wishing I was better
Wishing I was smart
Yet this pain does fetter
And stays in my heart.
Can I be the same?
No nothing can be
As life is not a game
But this is just me.
Always fighting
Always trying
Always writing
Slowly dying.
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