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Dying Slowly

I want to live again
Sometime before I die
But this existence
Is death slowed down.

When my body
Tears itself apart
Will I be free
To live at last?

Or will I be held still
Behind a wall of rotting flesh?
Can it be that much different?
Will I ever find release?

Will death take me?
And why hasn't it finished
What it started?




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