dead

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i feel my mind decaying
memories turn foggy
bloody ones in clarity,
while sun is shaded

nostalgia diseases me,
captures breath from my throat

i taste salty tears and metallic red
choking on my life,
it's a hard to swallow pill

the blur bleeds to the present
i can't remember yesterday
no longer do i feel alive

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