to think

you canot disappear

the wind nor rain

can't even hear

how much i want to get rid of this

the pain inside

brings so much bliss

i feel what once

what felt felt so strong

to know it would not be so long

to hear the words

so full of hate

and find that things

are part of fate

for i am here

and bleeding still

yet not a sign for cure

until the day

has been blown away

and sight has been erased

the day the mind

will come to end

is when the soul

will start to mend.

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