literature

Not getting better

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My time will come,
with hushed whispers of
tick - tock, tick - tock,

If I am to die,
cold, weak, and lonely,
I would not feel anger.

I am dense, an idiot,
thinking I was getting better,
thinking I was doing fine.

Hopefully, the pump that
is keeping me alive,
bursts open and I drown.

The time is coming,
the clocks are ticking,
tick - tock, tick - tock,
tick -
... but getting worse.
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