The End

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I am starting to fear
The future is so near
I am scared of leaving high school
I am even scared of a babies drool

I don't like to think of me as old
Hairless and being called bold
I don't like to think about death
Even if it's at the end of this path

I fear when my breathing stills
When I can't feel the cold chills
I fear for how it will feel
As my eyes turn to steel

Will I feel pain when I stop breathing
Will my body beg to keep living?
Will I see the end near
Or just suddenly wake up not here?

I am starting to fear
The end is near
The ghost of death
Shadowing my whole path

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