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I feel as if my last breath

has left this body.

Last week was the last time

I would truly "live."

Everything beyond yesterday morning,

will be me ceasing to live for myself.

Everything I liked to do, 

just left me. 

I have no joy,

no purpose. 

Everything I liked, or cared do.

It doesn't matter anymore. 

I am failing to thrive.