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Little by little

As time disappears

You start to get scared

Of your own shadows

Your muscles start to twitch

Your heart gets cold

Your skin is too frail

You slowly start to forget

Feelings start to fade away

All that is left within

Are tired excuses

Empty promises

Pain makes its way

It becomes hard for you to say

Yes, I still Love you

No, I don't Love you

You'll never be the same

Slowly losing this game

Still, the pulse survives

So you gather yourself up

One last time

Strips of colorful life

You so quickly hide

With a delightful sigh

Things that you held up high

Lost in this glorious fight

Nick Kler