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I feel nauseated

Sick, dismayed

My courage, sucked right out of me

My mind, now decayed


My thoughts run red like blood

An infection of the brain

My lungs whither like dead leaves

No oxygen, they cannot remain


My words cut deep like blades

A sharpened, honed-in knife

My courage, washed away from me

I'm running out of life.

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