Gone
The urge to disappear.
Fall off into a volcano
Erupt and saturate the surrounding land.
Suffocate myself quickly in sand.
repossess my life and leave this empty, broken shell.
This is goodbye.
There is no hand left to wave -
in the background,
I hear the bells.
Ding, ding, welcome to our final resting place.
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