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Gripped by Death

My body is fed eatables
But that's not food for the soul
My soul lies crushed
Like a forgotten handkerchief 
From a bygone era
I feel gripped by death
in every pore of my being
And the negativity rises
Like a wave's crest
I envy those who truly live
They are really blessed

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