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Written, rewritten, but never written down.

Phrasing honed to perfection, designed to impact.

It has many themes.

An accusation,

An apology

A confession,

A final farewell,

Or simply an explanation

An epilogue, designed to give some closure,

Alleviate some guilt,

Bring some small measure of comfort

To those I would leave.

Each time, the harsh light of day has erased the words

Written sometimes with gut-wrenching emotion,

Sometimes with terrifying detachment.

Each time, the idea has remained, if not the need for it.

There is a special place in the back of my mind

Where dwells a blank sheet of paper.

I have filled that paper so many times,

So many ways,

Used blood and tears for ink

And my heart as an envelope.

But I have never used it.



One constant exists.

Each time I write my letter,

One word remains.

I never sign my name,

Only "Goodbye."