From Your Use To Be
To my Dearest,
Shall you read this?
Though this time you mustn't cringe.
All this time the spread of clearness,
has made the fear inside unhinge.
And yet I know that you will crumble,
just like this paper in your hand.
The time I spent and made you stumble,
now with me gone...
You'll finally stand.
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