the dying star

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i think my light is dimming slow
i feel myself now letting go
i think my soul is shining less
i feel my body is becoming a mess

i think my spark is fizzling out
i feel my mind has filled with doubt
i think my heart is breaking more
i feel i miss who i was before

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