Day by day,
Minute by minute,
I notice the ends of my mind begin to fray,
I don't know what it is,
Why i was made this way,
My will to live just slowly fades away,
Ever so surely,
It fades away,
I haven't died yet,
Nor do I have a date set,
But I know without a doubt,
That I will not live to see my heart give out.
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