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Why am I here?

Breathe

You cannot leave

the play unfinished

the song unsung

I want to feel

the cut of the knife

the spilling of my precious blood

Breathe

I want to feel

life slowly slipping away

Flowing in a crimson river

to the bloodred sea

Breathe

You cannot die

until you've lived

I want to feel death

see Death

taste Death

touch Death

To know Death intimately

To bleed forever

My resolution

My will to live

fade away

I want to feel

the last drop

fall from my wounds

the last heartbeat

the last breath