A pattern

an unknown one 

it works so mysterious 

it happens to everyone

Every little drop of life

One little thing as sharp as a knife

Draining every little drop

Until it just stops

now, its a goodbye

in my deathbed, I lie

the last of my heartbeat, dead, bury, then repeat

that's how life works, no such thing as retreat

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