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I am delicate,

With one touch I crumble

And fall to the ground.

I am a spineless,

Pusillanimous being

Who yearns for the end.

I am limited,

There isn't much I can do

Except plead with death

To relieve me of 

This earthly life that I hold.

Send me to darkness,

Send me to a place

Where I won't be able to 

Feel any more pain.

All I crave is the

Sweet release of death upon

my pathetic soul.

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Minimum form but maximum emotions and thoughts about a life. You craved very nice flow and poem itself is very poetic.