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I'm Nothing

The warm tears fall off my cold face, dropping into nothing,
where i already am,
drowning in my own blood,
gasping for the air that no longer exists,
because all of my hope left,
taking each breath,
and i swore to myself,
i would never breathe again,
when I'm dead.





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