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Not left the bed in a while

no light reaching through

my appetite is fucked

and so is my will to keep going

since the news of your passing I've been giving up

slowly declining, not leaving my room

my arms are covered in wounds

and my memory is filled with scars

it's not fair, why you had to go

if only it was me in your place

I wish it was me instead

you were family, you were almost two

I'm sorry I wasn't there in your final moments

I'll never forget...