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Sea of Green

I am dying.
Slowly I walk through the unknown.
My head is heavy
I am out of breath.

It’s so hard to win
The battle of which I already lost.

You stare at me
Like I am some kind of animal
Yet we are the exact species
We have always been.

I can’t breathe anymore
So much to the point
I find myself running.

I am dying.
Slowly I take my last breath
With my eyes shut
I rest in a sea of green
That you buried me in.

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