The Last Cry
A few weeks go by.
I always tell myself that this is the last cry.
I always leave my room a little more jaded than the last time.
Before, I always had new arguments.
Because there are always new things to argue about.
Now, I am not seeking a new fight.
So that my last battle will be a whisper.
That they will never hear.
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