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Not sure when I

  started to die.
  I always thought

  it was when my wife and I

  cowarded under our

  wedding bed.
Not so sure now,

  being a member of the

Living dead and dying.

It might have been years earlier,

Myself mearly a shell of a man,

   And everyone knew but

   little old me.
Now I try to stop the flow

    of my spirit and life blood

    from my body,

         but it may be too late,
         I lack the Will….