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My end is drawing near.
I feel,
As it creeps up behind,
Not fear,
But calm acceptance.
If we've just this life,
I've wasted mine.
Lost to trivial feelings.
Wasted on hating myself.
I feel,
As it creeps up behind,
Not fear,
But calm acceptance.
If we've just this life,
I've wasted mine.
Lost to trivial feelings.
Wasted on hating myself.
Published 12th May 2024
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