Time of Dying

Is this my time of dying?
Am I, every day, dying a little more?
Is this my time of mourning?
Am I mourning for those I've yet to lose?
I can't decide what to feel.
I just want someone to tell me.
I can't decide what emotion
Is driving me forward through days without names.
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