.My face slowly sinks,
Skin melts gradually
And starts to fold.
My blood's not cold.
I don't feel disease,
No aches or agonies,
But I'm growing old.
The grey-backed glass says so.
I'm wasting away.
I'm being erased
It's my birthday,
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