What does it mean to be
Dying?
If you can't see your life, are you
Dying?
If you can't feel your mind, are you
Dying?
If you can't save her life, are you
Dying?
If you can't hear your will, are you
Dying?
If you can't write your story, are you
Dying?
I don't myself, but I'm
Dying.
(This last line doesn't make sense. I found this poem in one of my many high school journals, and I couldn't remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. My thoughts were moving too fast to write every word. You choose. Make it your own.)
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