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farewell
I’ve fallen on my hands and knees
For the last time
If you are out there, you are lost to me
And all I am left with are tears and regrets
Time is becoming transparent
Days are melting into months
I must leave this place at once
If I am to salvage anything
Off to a far away place
Where the only one who will know my name
Is a torn reflection of a broken man
Who is not to distant from my former self
I am a ghost to myself and only myself
As passing eyes seem to fall upon my scars
I am read like a collection of fairy tales
Although my “happy ending” is thousands of pages away
Though there is one that I rely on
a pencil which has never seemed to dull
like a further extension of my heart and soul
A translator for foreign thoughts lost within my mind
Perhaps when I am gone, this pencil will be worn
and the pages of my “happy ending” will be covered,
with familiar lines of poetry which were my last attempts
to forever change the way everyone had once thought of me
I’ve fallen on my hands and knees
For the last time
If you are out there, you are lost to me
And all I’m left with is tears and regrets
