Strength is not the key. I let the weakness overcome me.
Die for a day, or two or three.
I went for a walk. I can hardly find my way back.
My heart pounds surprisingly hard. No pain at all.
I see patterns when I close my eyes. Open to rock sparkles.
I'm not in control here, I'm just a passenger.
I feel tired but not from lack of rest.
I'm not afraid. He holds my hand the whole Way.
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