Erroneous Beginning

A frail smile on my face,
As the morale decreases,
The venom has reached my heart,
Now I am dying.

Vision becomes blurred,
Heart starts to bleed,
Smile fades slowly,
Now I am dying.

From above I fall,
Getting up is not possible,
I think my soul is lost,
I am not afraid,
I am not scared of dying.

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