You wait for death.
Perhaps you tired,
Perhaps it something else,
But finally!
It happened...
Your time is over.
But days still cold and empty
You did not escape,
You are just lost your meaning...
Now you are just a gleam in neighbour window
And you can’t change this being anymore.
Your time is over,
But you are here
Still here
And nothing changed.
Coma
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