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Dying
written by TowelytheThing08:17 PM 5/7/04I cannot breathe.
I cannot move.
I am about to pass out.
Drowning in no water.
Burning in no flames.
Save me from myself.
If that day already came.
I cannot move.
I cannot see.
I am about to die.
Drowning in no water.
Burning in no flames.
Save me from this death.
If that day already came.
I cannot speak.
I cannot hear.
I am about to freak.
Drowning in no water.
Burning in no flames.
Save me from this moment.
If that day already came.
I cannot feel.
I cannot cry.
I am about to leave.
Drowning in no water.
Burning in no flames.
Save me from you.
If that day already came. |
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