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Your breath is shallow 
Your left foot aches
Your skin is sallow
Your right hand shakes
Got no idea
How it went so wrong
You did no maintenance
Now you don't have long
Till the random pains
That fill your day
Consume your soul
And make you pay
For every misstep
For every cough
For every spasm
You can't shake off
You go to bed
But you never sleep 
The things you said 
The things you keep
Spin through your mind
Like grinning ghosts
And all the fears
You fear the most
Form firing squads
Aimed at your head
With one more cough
You might drop dead