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Farewell In Vitam
lying in my gyrate mind, I can no longer hold on to the troubles that are mine, they carry themselves on my back, while my tears weight down its wrath you tell me it is fine, but those words were never to be uttered this time Mourning on my depth’s duvet, the distortion of my strength can’t feel its warmth, for, it is replaced with stones, that seep through the silk its floral printing brings images to my mind, of misfortune spreading its vines to its next kind. I cannot bare my lament, nor can I feel I am brave, my life is burying itself away from me, enclosed in a cave, let me feel I have worth, do I not deserve it? The voices have proven to me that I am the monster imperfect A flower reaches out to me, as I touch the petals they fall off onto the ground, I then hold up its gray petals wishing for the life I profound But I hold no patience, leaving the probability of lumen in my life to be cast Have I done wrong living through these stoned tears? I lived a burden, and lived through fear, can I ever feel I have been the braver one? No, because I have not been sincere to my lone My existence is withering distortion, its lifespan lowers as I reach my lowest point, you lend me your name before I go, cherishing this frail boy you’ve better off to know.
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