I've come to a decision:
I'm going to unplug you now;
It's useless; all these feeding tubes and wires,
They're feeding you blood, day and night-
What good is it all? You're totally dependent now,
You don't even have a life anymore.
Now take a deep breath, and say your prayers;
I give you absolution, for the many errors.
Now go find your own apartment and coffin,
The sun will be up in another eight hours-
And try not to trip, over any more mirrors.
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