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by Norman
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Entertainment · #2170330
A new take on an old question
My breaths are coming slowly
My body is so weak
I barely hear my own words
When I attempt to speak

My strength is quickly fading
My system shutting down
This could be my last hurrah
They'll put me in the ground

My only friend stands by me
A giant of a man
They call him Atlas for his size
You would understand

My life in now near over
It is my own damn fault
But please before I pass away
Tell me, "Who the hell is John Galt?"

Atlas shrugged
"Who cares?"
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