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Slowly Dying

I wasn't sure
Maybe pride stepped in the door

Thought I was riding low
But now I know
That I was slowly dying

Didn't want to call it backsliding
Didn't want to call it apathy
Didn't want to call it any term I know

Thought I was riding low
But now I know
That I was slowly dying

I commit suicide every day
Not with knife or gun
But by simply letting go of you

by Mitch Scheffler