Losing Myself

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Dying

Life lingers hopelessly

For nothing will change

subdued, but still hanging on

to hope that will never come

is this how it is

when the end is near

when your mind is blank

when your soul has left

and behind sits only a shell,

a fragment of who you were

a shadow of your grace and beauty

wilted

hollow

fragile

one last breath

these three words

I loved you

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