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I see the dawn,

Of a brand new mourning.

I cannot believe this.



I scream with tears choking,

"Why? Why? Why?"

And there is no answer.

Is this my consequence?



The final goodbye,

Unbearable, yet I try.

To let those jagged words slide,

Off of my lips.



Life is excruciatingly cruel.

Therefore, we all must duel.

Our mortality brings

Mourning, alas...