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My body,
My mind,
And my everything.
Me,
I sit on the chair,
And I wither out in one night.
Every night.  Every time the sun goes down on earth,
Every time the earth wakes up with its sun.
Every time it hides it's affair with its moon,
Showing itself  only her reflection.
I still sit on the chair, and wither out.
I sit on my terrace,  and wither out.
I zone out. I talk about myself.
I write poems all by myself.  But this is me.
My body, my heart, my mind.
Help me. Because something within me loves to feel pain.
Something
Within
  Loves to wither out.
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