And you wonder who he misses, reminisces. An antithesis.
She makes him eat not, thus collapses his body's homeostasis.
Superficial, artificial, surreal.
It's official, says the proverbial.
This heartache, it feels so real.
He appeals, this pain please repeal.
When he is alone, he says so long.
To prolong his life may be wrong.
Too late. This is his posthumous song.
deeeeep
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