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Nov 2012
My breath comes out in gasps,
my vision is tunneled.
My energy drained.
I wonder,
Is this the way a toy feels
When its batteries run dry?
My heart beat slows,
My pulse is weak.
I wonder,
Is this the way a toy feels
When its batteries run dry?
Everything goes dark,
I am bathed in silence.
Serenity, sanctuary.
I wonder,
Is this the way a toy feels
When its batteries run dry?
My heart stops beating.
My last breath escapes.
I am a toy
My batteries just ran dry
Dylan JP
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Dylan JP  Muskegon
(Muskegon)   
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