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Eyes burning,
Lungs aching
No one to save me,
I sink ever farther
The world is dark,
But somewhat peaceful
Will it stay this way?
No air in this prison,
Nothing to live by
Somehow I don’t care
Is that wrong?
To want peace?
If I die will no one miss me?
Or will the world go on without?
Spots closing in,
The end is almost near
I yearn for it,
Feel for it

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