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May 2019
No matter what I say
No matter what I do
I always feel this way
I know my death is due

I can talk and talk
And say that I'm alright
But I'm a ticking clock
Waiting to say goodnight

But nobody ever cares
About how I truly feel
About the little tears
That will never heal

So just sit back and watch
As I slowly fade away
I can almost even touch
That close and fateful day
Written by
SkyeWolfe  22/M
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