This Is It

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One last breath,

One final tear.

This is it.

The end of forever,

The beginning of eternity.

Sad and alone,

I sit and wait

For death to finally take me.

Soft and slow

With each antagonizing second

Until all that is left

Is a lifeless me.

No one to save me,

No interruptions.

Just me and my thoughts,

Those wonderful thoughts.

Those lying, horrible thoughts

That are so hard to ignore.

This is it.

One last breath,

One final tear.

This is it,

The end of me.

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