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You look into the mirror, hoping not to see your cruel fatality.
Instead, you see the face of cruel reality.
You're dieing but noone seems to really care.
Like all they can do is stare and stare.

You're coughing up blood.
You're mind now needing air' an air full flood.
Being eaten from the inside,
Now this ride, isn;t something to ride.

You were waiting for the moment,
Waiting until it was no longer dormant.
You keep the secret from those you dear.
The pain in your heart, begins to sear.