Pastel Pasta
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Another entry.
Sorrow and woe befalls me.
No one is left to disown.

I've got nothing left to say.
My days have been cut short.

As I let my body die,
sit here and cry, and cry and cry.

But I wonder what my future holds.
The days slowly unfold.

Hour by hour, I can't take much more.