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Who cares if I die, I wonder why.

I'm only the air you breathe until I die.

When I die, more air is there

Why not let me go, I strive on the unwanted air.

Death is becoming me

I don't care

As long as you are waiting for me up there

I know you care.

I need to be with you

My breath is coming to end

So let me go now

I've finished my time within.