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Blowing.

Wind is blowing.

I'm standing still,

And I don't care whether I blow away with it or not.

I'm dying, and I know it.

I'm dying, but don't show it.

The wind is getting too strong, it's harder to hold on.

Trying to hold on, as long as I can, but I can't.

Trying to fight the wind, but I know I won't win.

So I go with it.

I blow with it.

I didn't want to fight it.

I never wanted to fight it.

I just wanted it to take me away with it.

Because I no longer cared.

But I tried to fight it.

Because I knew that I should have.

For others' sake.

Let the sorrows of the turbulent wind take my body, mind, soul and being, that is also sorrow filled.

And let this body just die and cry in the sorrowful wind.

Just die and fly in the sorrowful wind.

I just didn't care.

I must never care.

Let the unending eternal sorrow just fill me.

Let the unending internal sorrow just kill me.

Kill me and let me painfully fly in all of this.

Kill me and let me painfully die in all of this.