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I slowly die as in a death demise,
no one will ever care if I pull the trigger,
cut my veins with the silver,
sharp points of the knife.

As death's toll mind takes over,
my moments are now all over,
slowly my pain goes in vain,
my death becomes nothing but a memory.

Thats if someone cares to remember,
the one who was always a helper,
sometimes pretended to be something was not,
but always had a good heart.

Nothingness I have become,
no one cares what have I done,
I am nothing anymore,
the life I had, has gone once more...