Before all light is gone,
The chill spreading slowly throughout your bones,
You're ready for so long,
Death is upon you, you're body is weak,
Systems not working right,
You want to lie down 'til this life passes,
But you fail to even with all your might,
Words escape you, there is nothing to say,
Except, please, please help me,
Rather you starve in your spot on your bed,
Than strive for victory,
Better you die,
Let nature take its course,
The world was not meant for the likes of you,
Your existence will fill it with remorse.
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