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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Life passes quickly, in such a haze we do not even understand it. This is how we lose ourselves.

Submitted: March 08, 2016

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Submitted: March 08, 2016



When I was born, I was dying for warmth

And as I grew, I was dying again

Dying for affection, for love

I was dying simply for a friend


Though I got all of these

I was always dying for more

Dying to get older, to finish school

Dying to escape my protective claws


I was dying to find someone

Dying to settle down

Dying to be further more happy

To have someone to wrap around


I continued dying everyday

Until I hit 99 and grew weak

I was dying to see my family

Dying not to fade to oblique


And then I saw it in that light

I was finally dying for something to give

And I knew that I had been dying for so long

That I forgot… how to live

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