the tips of my fingers and toes have all gone numb.
it's closing in on my heart.
someone please tell me how much time i have left,
how many hours before my whole body goes cold?
before i lose all that i loved?
before i give in to comfort?
closing in with every heartbeat, and i'm getting nervous.
i can't squeeze your hand, i'm sorry.
each blink of an eye implies the nearing of a bittersweet end.
my heart's torn in half between past and present.
i can't live with two seperate halves of a heart.
i think that's what killing me.














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