Day by day
Minute by minute
I notice the ends of my mind begin to fray
I don't know what it is
Why i was made this way.
My will to live just slowly fades
Ever so surely
It fades away
I haven't died yet
But i know without a doubt
That i will not live to see my heart give out
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Twisted
PoetryA book filled with poems that will break you and then put you back together.
