My movement is slow,
I twist through my broken bones,
leaving behind a trail of blood,
the further I get away from it,
the closer I get to death,
but I struggle forward,
I have to,
I need to,
the desire to live is too strong,
even though each inch I move,
each inch I drag my shatter frame,
is an inch closer to death I come,
I go on..
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