Here, lifeless now,
you were perfect;
if not for the eyes
that make you, so surreal.
How could you do it?
How did you pull yourself?
(or push, I must say)
Was it easy, giving up?
How did you know?
You had to stop?
That there was nothing ahead,
that you wouldn't, regret,
wouldn't look back, and say,
"I wish".
What crushed you?
Did you see yourself breaking?
Crumbling, collapsing...
Was it slow?
like crawling to the finish line,
pulling each muscle to make it!
Would you think otherwise,
now?
Now, being a passer-by.
Would you change ?
Would you trade places
and be, me, instead.
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