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Tonight I died Cold and lonely,
Caught between regret and peace.
Life hereafter for me will cease,
but not from existence;
Rather from cruel intentions,
inflected pain from a host of honorable mentions.
journeys of ascensions and descents into madness;
Surely they are my birth right.
For Fortnights I have contemplated,
Indecisive with the notion;
Poisoned by dreams and haunted by quotation.
The part of me that has passed shall no longer be mourned;
Goodbye dear self, hello dear scorned.
Copyright © Sincerely Bonapart | Year Posted 2016
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