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[rabbitpsycho]

How can I live,
With an aching heart?
How can I give,
When so torn apart?

I'm tender, I'm cold.
Why can't you see?
I'm frail, not old.
Why must this be?

Something inside me
Is pushing me on.
I feel no glee
Yet I am not gone.

I'm alive, I live
I try my best.
Won't someone give
That final rest?

I wake up each morning.
I struggle each day.
I've done nothing wrong.
Is this the price I must pay?

My time is complete,
The end has come
It was eventually beat
But only for some.