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Every day my eyes they open just a little more
Every day my heart it darkens, shrivels to the core
Till finally, dried up, defeated, I fall in pieces to the floor

Once she was my hope, my life she tried to save
Slowly her will did drain, everything she gave
Alas her love it was in vain, now she is my grave


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It sounds like you are a

Flower

And she is

A vase of water.

Every day my eyes they open just a little more

Flower petals open as you blossom.

Every day my heart it darkens, shrivels to the core

As time passes, you also shrivel.

Till finally, dried up, defeated, I fall in pieces to the floor

Bit by bit, your petals will fall to the floor.

Once she was my hope, my life she tried to save

A vase of water will prolong a flower's life, temporarily.

Slowly her will did drain, everything she gave

Her will is the water she provides.

Alas her love it was in vain, now she is my grave

The vase is the final resting place of the flower.

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