f these eyes would shut their blinds in permanence,
I would happily have the dark hours of death.
If these veins ceased their pulsing in rhythm,
I would gladly greet the gates of hell.
If this heart burst into final flames from agony anguished,
I would whisper my last words of sorrow.
If these feet fell from this weight in torture,
I would stand no more the surface of perserverance.
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