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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1434676
A poem about living when you want to die.
What is left
When nothing is left?

Is it the half-eaten sandwich,
Left along with an anxious stomach?

The sleepless nights
I no longer wished to live and fight?

The times I said there is nothing left,
But the voice in my head said:

My breath
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