that your existence may no longer be a reality- that you will cease?
there is a strange restlessness as i feel the diminishing, the daily cutting away
there is no fight left in me
only salt tears which seem lacerate as they slide down
i don't even know what i am mourning
because isn't it my deepest desire to stop being?
perhaps it is what comes after that scares me
the great unknown?
or perhaps nothing at all?
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