With each passing breath you try to catch your last breath.
The darkness within pushes you to the brink,
You wonder if life is just a fleeting blip on the brink.

But oh dear friend, your thoughts are not alone,
For we all have demons that we fight on our own.
The pain and the hurt, the sorrow and the grief,
Can make us feel like we're clinging on to a thin leaf.

But remember this, my beloved friend,
That the darkness will come to an end.
With each new breath, there's hope to be found,
And peace shall come when the storm settles down.

So lay in bed and contemplate if you will,
But let your thoughts be of love rather than ill.
For life is a gift that we must cherish and embrace,
And death shall come when it's time for us to leave this place.
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