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Quietly I slip away, and you don’t even
notice.
My voice silent as my soul screams in
desperation for you to hear.
You turn and smile, a flicker of hope.
You look into my eyes...
“Please, oh please! Don’t turn away.
Don’t...”
Too late, you’re gone.
If I could die I would,
In fact I did.
For as much that you don’t know me,
I don’t even know myself.
For as little as you understand,
I understand even less.
I miss me…
I think.
Was I ..
Was I happy?
Was I even me to begin with?
Why would I rather be here,
in pain,
with you,
than simply being by myself?
How bad could it be?
No, no! I must stop.
Not how bad could it be, but,
how wonderful could it be?
How magical, how beautiful, how...
How do I start?
Good-bye.
I love you....
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