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Why I slowly die

It is the only thing on

The whole wide world

That I can’t live without,

And yet it kills me so,

More than how God would permit it,

It is like hell that keeps on burning,

And I can not put it out,

An undying fire that sucks

Me into scorching oblivion,

It is the world’s greatest poison,

The best drug to make or break a day,

It is the world’s greatest weapon,

Yet killers never use it to move and slay,

For lovers it is only a must,

Like trust, it should always be there,

For haters they can only long for it,

Not having it is what makes life unfair,

For the mischievous it is worthless,

You may not need it if you’re lucky,

For the worthless it is redemption,

like money as it can make man happy,

It is the world’s greatest irony,

As it is hidden but obviously seen,

It is the greatest thing on earth,

Next to love, but come to think of it,

It is love! And all things left foreseen,

It is the only thing on

The whole wide world

That I can’t live without,

But more so it kills me as I take it in,

It is peace, for without it

There would be war,

It is heaven, for without it

Hell is not so far,

It is the Truth, at last I tell,

As things don’t always go so well,

It is the only thing in this world

I can’t live without,

And it kills me too,

That’s why I slowly die…