This is my last wish,
to sit here and enjoy my last meal,
enjoy last drink with two or three friends get high and see how it feels,
take a stroll down memory lane,
see all my dreams dis-appear in bits of flame,
the excuses i have for not achieving anything are lame,
for everything was within my reach and I’m to blame,
for i took life as a game,
now no one remembers my name,
i lie here in this wooden room fitted with a small glass window,
my hands to heavy to lift,
my heart to stiff to beat,
i will write no more
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