If I am to go out.

Please let it be with me fighting.

At least it will give me the illusion of chance.

Illusion of choice.

So I might come to a conclusion on my own.

Without surprises or untold limits.

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If I am to go down.

Let it be in a way I am used to.

With a resounding cry instead of a limp whimper.

Do not let me have given up first.

Let my life flow until the last possible second.

So I might face towards heaven without broken shame.

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For if it is to end.

Please do not let it be a silent death of the thing.

Let me say I did my best.

A fighter until the end.

Not a winner but at least someone who tried.

A believer in a better conclusion.