I'm slowly dying,
There's no denying.
The occasional sighing.
People try prying,
Thinking I'm lying.
I'm secretly crying,
Tear stains drying.
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Slowly Dying
I'm slowly dying,
There's no denying.
The occasional sighing.
People try prying,
Thinking I'm lying.
I'm secretly crying,
Tear stains drying.
