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Jul 2021
Dead as you could be,
no breath, no heat,
This is your cost,
Laying there, cold as frost.

Dying with nobody by your side,
There goes your only light.
This is your last day
But I guess you didn’t matter anyway.
Written by
beingcoolisaflex
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