Death

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I can barely talk

Or even walk 

Down the road 

It's like

I have to fight 

With myself

Because 

All the energy 

Has left my body 

And left me here 

To die 

Nobody can do anything 

It feels 

Dry 

In the back of my throat 

I take a deep breath 

And waste 

My oxygen 

As I sink 

I fall

Into a pit of darkness 

My soul has left 

Leaving me hallow 

Leaving it hard to swallow 

Surely 

That day hasn't come yet 

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