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Last day
Last day of my sorrows,
last day of ma pain,
the time wen I want life but yet want death,
I cant no longer have my head straight,
legs equivalent to a 3rd aged man,
my flesh still soft as a feather,
tendons still strong as a pitbulls jaw,
my optic lenses still have the same potential as a microscope,
but y are my legs so weaken if my heart is still strong as a aztec warrior,
never holding back to no battle,
ready for what life throws to it,
my legs are weaken every day,
slowly loosing ma sense of feeling,
blood flow refusing to carry oxygen,
muscles refusing to contract .....
