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Lying here upon this table,

Subconsciously I'm dead inside.

Trapped within my memories,

This isn't right; I should have died.

Eyes are closed

But I still hear them,

They say I will never wake.

Mortal torment,

Silent Screaming,

This suffering I cannot take.

I'm kept preserved by life-support,

Machines created to save lives.

My life prolonged, but for what reason?

Just so my corpse can have some time?

My last will and testament,

"Just pull the plug and let me die!"