born into this.
alone with no choice
in the matter.
i'll die the same way.
against my will.
it's not the end or
the beginning that's hard.
it's
the middle
that's hard.
the loves and losses.
the slight gains.
the meager
joy.
the thin thrills
that throw what light
there is upon darkness
and make
life bearable.
with ever fading witnesses
to the fact.
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