I am split, what once was one, now is two, I told it to shew, but it just grew, what should I do? It's consuming me, like a frog to a bee. Why do I feel like a tree, stiff and old? I cant stop thiss feeling of being cold. It's almost over, I can see the light, please tell my mom I'll kiss her goodnight.
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