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Who will care for me
When I finally loose all that is holding me together
When all my senses decided that they would be better off
In another host
Who will tend to me
Change my tatters day in day out
When it all falls down
And I start running up and down the streets
In my bare essence just like the day
I saw the world
Who will cover me
And tend to my hair
As it accumulates dust and dirt
And turns into ugly unkempt locks
Who will sing to me
About love and hope
As with time I disintegrate into a big dirty mess
A heap of filth and an unbearable sight
Gathering dirt and all
Who will invite me
To fancy dinners and lavish functions
Tossing glasses to my unbecoming
Just like they did toss
On my past achievements
Who will visit me
Who will be calling out my name
Who will come to wipe the drool of my face
When I sit all alone at the market place
After a full day walking in the sun naked
When I sit outside and pray that the moon can carry me away
When I shake all traces of humanity in my head
When I stand still and hope for my greatest fears
Death
Height
And nothing else
When all traces of emotion are wiped clean
And I just become
Me
A
Shell
Nothing more
Just me
Simple
Unaware
Alone
Who will sing for me
Who will care for me
Who will be with me
Who will want me
Then
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