I see the color fading, your hairs greying. wrists thinning and you're growing weak. The lines on your face where your smile used to be. Now your heads in the clouds wondering what this life could mean. Slowly closing to an end, still without purpose. Just close your eyes, take a rest, let me carry your burdens the rest of your journey.
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