As I lie Dying, I whisper.
And here I am, dying. And there I was falling.
My heart is broken, I poisoned my soul.
My blood is thinning, my game must be over.
And here I am, crying. And there I was crying.
The sky is black--it's night.
My hands shake warily.
And here i am, feining joy but feeing pain.
And here I am closing my eyes eternally.
And there I was...
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