Decaying Age

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Don't Let Me Grow Old.

Please.

Don't Let My Body Become So Weak As The State Of My Mind.

Don't Let My Mind Decay.

Like The Most Agonizing Torture.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Helplessly.

Don't Let Me Live 'Till My Memory Is A Mere Ghost,

An Echo Of What It Used To Be.

Don't Let My Limbs Become So Fragile That I Can No Longer Move Of My Own Accord.

Don't Let Me Feel The Immense Pain It Would Cause.

Just Let Me Go And Know That I Will Be Happy.

Do Not Put Me In A Home, For I Could Not Bare The Pity That Would Surely Come Upon Me.

Do Not Let Me Grow So Old That I Will Have Watched Everyone I've Ever Loved Perish.

I Do Not Want To Live To Be So Exhausted Of This Life.

Do Not Let Me Suffer Longer Than Is Necessary.

Let Me Have The Peace That I've Long Yearned For.

Please.

Do Not Let Me Grow Old.

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A/N: Wrote This During English Class Instead Of Paying Attention To The Lesson. :/

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