What are you left with
If you are at
The end of your tether
And cannot
Overeat for instant gratification
Drink for intoxication
Argue, talk, write for expression
Or even get depressed for implosion
You die slowly
Bit by bit every day
Until the fire
Goes out of your eyes
And you lock yourself in
Jaded to the world and
Dead to yourt
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