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Fade


When you can literally feel yourself slip away

Falling

Your insides rotting

Your eyes blur

Your heart shriveling up

Your body literally stripping away from its 

skin

Fresh meat, blood to taste

Quenching for a break

Swallow it all because this is fate

Your emotionally, physically, spiritually non existent

Mentally silent 

Just blank and out into the dark 

Lost but found 

Smile but dying

Just existing is death

This is what it feels like to be dead

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