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Have you ever felt the weight
Of a man waiting to die
Caught within their still
Unable to call or cry
It's as though the world is moving
Keeping them right in place
As if each youthful laugh
Adds a wrinkle to their face
For it seems that time has stopped
If only for them at least
Knowing you don't get this calm
Without facing your inner beast
But it seems that he gave up
And decided to let the world go
To forfeit all the love and adventures
He will never come to know
©arsingh