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my will to live grows tired

almost, but not quite, tired as i

as my soul hangs on the line

strung out to try to dry

from being strung along so many times

but where does the cold, lonely heart go

when its left to its self-contained emotions

does it decay

does it rot and fade away

does it consume itself whole

or just blacken and die

if you could feel what i feel now

then maybe, just maybe, you would know