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I'm getting old
Nobody knows it but me
But I know
I can feel the works
I can feel the heart
And those screws in my things
In me
Ha ha
Everything is getting old
Around my thing that I call for as a body
This is not the truth
But the not-truth is too superior to not be noticed
It's the heart,
It's the stomach
And even the soul,
It has this old thing to it
Like something is going to die
More soon than late
It's okay though
But really it's not okay at all
But it's okay too
I'm ready, death
I've always been
But now it's been worth it
So i'm ready
So stay the fuck away