Diminished
Fevered dreams and anguished thoughts.
Running through my head.
Darkness creeping ever closer.
Just waiting for the chance to engulf my very being.
Turn my heart black and withered.
Like a rose too long in the sun without water.
Soon to crumble like ash in my fingers.
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