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I fly away
To find my home
I slash my wrists
And lose my hope

Wish I could fly
Above the sky
Not every poem
Has got to rhyme
I'm not very important
I'm easy to forget
Like that pain in your heart
That goes numb and then black

Don't remember me
I'm just a passing shadow
Like a solar eclipse
I'm destined for the gallows

— The End —