If love delays any longer,
and I make up exscuses
to commit myself and settle down,
this name will not be carried on.
Gray, brittle hair to a hide a face of shame;
hands with brown spots to show my age...
face drowned in worries...that I could have prevented.
Feeling death before it comes,
makes every tomorrow bleak,
days will be lived without scope,
just...
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