Rest (99)

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It gets worse and even worse.
One loses track of days and weeks.
To hold and save as much force
As he can save is all he seeks.

To breath and to proceed with treatments
And get his weary heart to beat
Become the greatest of his achievements
Along with generating heat
To prove that he is still alive,
To give some hope to those who care,
And make them think he can survive
As a reward for being there.

But then, one day, it's all gone,
All that he was, all that he's done.

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