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As I lay here fragile and pale
Without making a single sound
Thinking how I wasted the good year's behind the name and fame
The name which will be buried in this ground with me and the fame which will be forgotten once I reach my destination.
I silently count till 10 because I know by then it will be the time to forbid my goodbyes
As I reach 5, I am thankful for the people who gave me this beautiful life.
A faint smile plasters over that quivering pale lip of mine.
When I reach 8, I count all the sins that I made.
A tear of repentance fall over my cheeks and a cold gust of wind wipes it away as if "it's okay" it wants to say.
When I reach 9, I am taking the last few breaths realising I am already on my death bed.
When I reach 10, I realised this life was just a race.
Race of chasing and race of losing.
As my time comes the door of the sky opens
I look behind and watch all the people silently crying.
I smile once again maybe my name and fame will be buried with me but maybe I will be a faint memory.

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