Reminiscent of popular television
all about ratings
not good writing.

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Death has a grip on you
Cupping your face in his palms
I know I shouldn't feel so drained
Because you're more tired and worn
I can see your threads fraying
Teeth of a wolf couldn't break your line
But I can...
This cancer is eating you away
Beneath your skin I can see you're broken
Your try to hide it with your dark humor
But know that I can see through you
Paper thin is what you are
But it is I who is ripping
I don't really know what your are to me
But I do know
It's killing me,
Watching it **** you.

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