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It's reached its peak
The bliss from this torment has evaded
Alone and certain I find myself
Certain of the fate I must fall victim to

Glimmers of hope danced
Shattered like china on concrete
Thinking once I was unable to be destroyed
Pieces of what I could have been lining the cracks

And though my smile has seen the light
My resolution is to let my weak lips rest
With one last swallow of release
Soon but not soon enough

Tonight