Days pass by,
As I cry,
I cant grasp reality,
This sickness is filling me,
Everyday, I sit and wait,
To see the horror,
Of my true fate,
The blade is sharp,
But the image is sharper,
So I dig deep and try to see farther,
But the more I dig,
The less I see,
Until I see, the end of...me...

 
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