The year I was 30…
8 years ago
My arms are stretched out but twas the last gasp The wind hurled and the pieces have gone scattered To satisfy such request I’m losing my regrets
Everything was torn down in a snap
what’s left is the shock from the collision
Everything’s beyond redemption
Rejection at its best overthrow
A loss of words is better than diversion unhindered
Now its beyond relivable, release at last
Death’s result is non-restriction
Drown in the denial at its best
You, yes you killed yourself
There can only be blank stares
to attempts of false images of you
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