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What am I Waiting For?

I’m dying

I don’t know how, but I know
I don’t know how I know, but I know
I’m dying slower than many, faster than many others
(Like everyone else)

This slow death is cowardly?
This waiting is cowardly?

One night I will sleep and then end
Just like that, I will cease to rise
Just like that, I will begin to rot

What am I waiting for?

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