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Everyday I feel
a little weaker,
I scream but I hardly make a sound,
Everything
is crashing all around me,
I feel as though I'm breaking
down.
Seperating flesh from bone,
Cells die off one by
one,
Everything I ever had is gone,
Pieces everywhere are
strewn.
What a mess a little thinking makes,
Always wearing
a solid frown,
but a smile falls over my face,
Because it's
really you who's breaking down.