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Dying for someone is easy,
everyday a soldier dies for a stranger.
Living for someone hurts,
for her I shall live.

For her I will let them poison me,
I will let them poke and ****,
and scan and search.
For her I shall live.

Dying would be so easy,
step away from the wards,
from the beeping machines,
from the sympathetic eyes,
and just be.

For her I do more than being,
for her I shall live.
This agony is true

Let's hope it's really up to you

When it's very late at night

And you're laying down to sleep

I pray I'm not remembered as a ****

Or someone you can hate

I'm made of deep sweat and cigarettes

There is an ending here that I don't regret

— The End —