How unbearable is it truly
To be the witness of someone's rotting?
To see the weeds entangle their feet?
To see them tying the knot of destiny?
How unbearable is it truly
To see the light evaporate from their eyes?
To see their skin lose texture over time?
To feel their body grow cold with time?
How unbearable is it truly
To see their cheeks lose their flush?
To see their lungs collapse?
To see their hands loosen around your throat?
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