an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Saturday, September 04, 2004

I would kill myself if I wasn't afraid of dying

by Naer loct

Sitting there
With your last breath
What would you do

Do you breathe it in like a disease
And let it slowly overcome you
Until it fades to black

Or do you reach out
Not knowing what you're groping for
Just die knowing that you tried

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