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Right now I stand with death holding my hand

And it's time to say goodbye

What was the last thing you made me worry about

Thinking I had enough time


Don't cry on my stone

When I'm already gone

Don't beg for forgiveness

It's too late to atone


Under my name

Your name is engraved

But it's too late

For you to feel ashamed


Dear where my limbs were born

And light that promised to take me back home

You have made me blind

Thinking I had enough time

Dear cold when I'm afraid

And nightmares when I try to escape

The fact that I am still alive

And you think that I still have enough time


Tomorrow when I'm buried

Having left these empty lines

That you made me worry

About... and fed off my worthless time


5/16/21

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