Life
You've watched them grow
Old
And get sicker and
Sicker
Till they can hardly
Breathe
They struggle for what
May be their last breath
But
They always struggle for
One more
Their faces permanently
In that agonizing
Shape
Until
They exhale for
One last time
Peace
Comes over them
They no longer
Have
Pain
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