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Whispers in the dark, a slow decay,
Breathless nights, the light fades away,
In the mirror, I see a ghost,
A shadow of the girl I used to know.

Blood runs cold, time slows to crawl,
A rhythm lost, in the silence of it all,
In my chest, a fragile beat,
Counting moments till we meet.

And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.

Lonely nights, the stars seem far,
Hoping for a sign, a distant star,
But the weight, it drags me down,
In the deep end, I drown.

Fighting hard, but it's a losing game,
Every breath a whisper of pain,
In my veins, a river dry,
Wishing only to survive.

And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.

If I could turn back time,
I'd take it all, make it mine,
But the past is set in stone,
And I'm left here alone.

Final verse, the story's told,
A heart too weak, a soul grown old,
In the silence, I make my peace,
With the echoes that never cease.

And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.

In the end, we all must go,
But in the echoes, we'll still flow,
A fragile beat, a final breath,
In the quiet, I find my rest.

In shadows deep, where memories dwell,
I trace the echoes of a love now farewell.
Each heartbeat whispers of the pain untold,
A tale of loss, in sorrow's grip, I hold.

I've weathered storms of agony's embrace,
Endured the trials that life did trace.
A heart once shattered by a cruel attack,
Yet healing came, and I retraced my track.

When my faithful doggy breathed her last,
I mourned her absence, the void so vast.
Tears flowed freely for my mother dear,
Her absence, though heavy, I learned to bear.

But your departure, oh, it cuts so deep,
A wound unhealed, in sorrow's keep.
For in your absence, love's essence torn,
I'm left adrift, in anguish, worn.

I've faced the darkest nights, yet still, I rose,
Through trials and tribulations, my spirit knows
The resilience found in pain's cruel art,
But your absence, love, it breaks my heart.

As days slip by, the ache persists,
A testament to love's relentless twists.
For in losing you, I lost a part of me,
A pain profound, in its heart's lost key.

So here I stand, amidst the pain's cruel sting,
A soul adrift, where memories cling.
For though I've faced agony's might,
Your absence, my love, is an endless night.