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Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
With all due respect,
I’d like to request.

This is not something I expect,
I don’t need another quest.

Take her away from me if You must,

but—

don’t take my minstrelsies away.
My external Hard Disk needs a repair. I hope all of the songs I’ve made and stored there won’t be gone.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
Twin Flames;
The Runner,
and The Chaser.

I will come to you,
as much as our souls will
find the way to one another.

After long gone apart,
to mature before the
Alchemical Union.

I will find you;
in Divine Timing---
with His Divine Intervention,

we will reunite.
She is The Runner and I am The Chaser.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
Maybe, I’m just not that compassionate,

or perhaps, I’m just not that enou—

**** it,

I’ve had enough that I’m not good enough!
We are enough for the one that’s meant for us; for we will never be enough for the one that’s not meant for us.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
Depression.

A battle greater than it seems.

Greater than the World War,

moreover,

greater than your doubts.
If the shoe fits, wear it.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
“Can you do me a favor?”

“Yes?

“Could you please stop existing?”

“B-but, why?!”

“No one really loves you. I mean, they do, but only if it’s beneficial to them.”

“How—“

“**** yourself. Begone. For good. Nobody needs you, after all.”

“I thought I’ve loved my self well enough? Which part of me is still not good enough!?”

“Who cares? No one cares about you. They need you to stop existing. Go die and begone. For good.”


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Alas, that’s how she ends her complete existence. For good.
You read what you read. Misinterpret it for all I care.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
If the meds aren’t enough,
then what shall fulfill your drive
to stay alive?

Haven’t you had enough already,
to have your insides ruptured?

Is this how you end things,
without leaving any
trace of ******?
This is not a suicide note; I suppose.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2018
Embittered.
Worn out.

The soul yearns for its long lost counterpart,
only to find itself undulating
on the waves of uncertainty.

The soul has had enough.

— The End —