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I am in many rooms  trapped with death 
Or waiting for death to get there
Like this one time. It was a salon
My nails were done neon blue 
With heena flowers
With a splash running down to the tips 
It was really beautiful; you should have seen 
Next was my cuticles
She did one 
I am going to die anyways 
I mattered, all sad 
I guess I am afraid 
But I got away
I keep getting away 
Death locked the doors
but a window was opened 
I guess my time is yet
I just need to say my best goodbyes 
There is no cheating death
Especially when outside is not safe
It's the reflections; I think the waves betray me
Because every time I see my face, I  know he is near to take me 
Do you think it is a frequency attached to silver?
When I use a spoon is how he finds me 
I will try to keep everything dark.
Until I have seen you one last time 
I will miss you most 
maybe I will not get to goodbye 
So fare thee well
You made my life less dark 
You have kept me alive this far
But I need to be kept alive
that is what hurts
It is the sad part
I should have gone long ago 
So when it happens know I am so glad
Fare Thee Well 
I will miss you most.

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