I am fallen.
I no longer belong.
I am forgotten.
You stop the bleeding,
draining my soul.
My days are numbered,
its taking its toll.
People full of life, determined,
what is thsy don't know is there is no control.
Death at my doorstep,
nothing to be foretold.
Nothing of my heart,
left to be sold.
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