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When I was born, I was dying for warmth,

And as I grew, I was dying again.
Dying for affection, for love.
I was dying simply for a friend.

Though I got all of these,
I was always dying for more.
Dying to get older,
Dying to escape life's pause.

I was dying to find someone,
Dying to settle down,
Dying to be happier,
To have someone to wrap around.

I continued dying every day
Until I hit 99 and grew weak.
I was dying to see my family,
Dying not to fade; this I began to seek.

And then I saw it in that light.
I was finally dying for something to give,
And I knew that I had been dying for so long
That I forgot how to live.

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