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Let It pass Today be a day Within a week Within a month Within a year the tree only grows— My will erodes Had we met the day That has passed I would've smiled, Extended my hand, We'd share a word Or maybe more Yet I find I can not Promise it'd be the same Upon this very day For worthless Is a word: A thing without value Yet Still, I breathe— And the grass stays green What day is the tree to fall? They say we learn As the sun rises and sets And roads wear down As shoes and tires move— Seasons still change Why is it we come back? I choke I survive I learn to breathe once more Then again, Choke I shall My, How cruel fate is How false life is And how the brain deceives— ha! Why must we persist? Cursed is our existence Hollow a husk I am Mended from the Brown Earth below As words unspoken Hover between us Before they erupt And wound And anger— So it comes You shout You care You love You share You are, And dearly, I implore you: Exempt me From your life Our memories we share Bitter or sweet For I wear thin Amidst your care Your existence Upon mine. So if I am to die This day Or the one to come My body be at peace I'd owe you not a thing, As we never were For what is your love to me? What purpose I carry? What I am? Let me wither. A selfish being And I apologize—
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
Dear Everyone
Let It pass Today be a day Within a week Within a month Within a year the tree only grows— My will erodes Had we met the day That has passed I would've smiled, Extended my hand, We'd share a word Or maybe more Yet I find I can not Promise it'd be the same Upon this very day For worthless Is a word: A thing without value Yet Still, I breathe— And the grass stays green What day is the tree to fall? They say we learn As the sun rises and sets And roads wear down As shoes and tires move— Seasons still change Why is it we come back? I choke I survive I learn to breathe once more Then again, Choke I shall My, How cruel fate is How false life is And how the brain deceives— ha! Why must we persist? Cursed is our existence Hollow a husk I am Mended from the Brown Earth below As words unspoken Hover between us Before they erupt And wound And anger— So it comes You shout You care You love You share You are, And dearly, I implore you: Exempt me From your life Our memories we share Bitter or sweet For I wear thin Amidst your care Your existence Upon mine. So if I am to die This day Or the one to come My body be at peace I'd owe you not a thing, As we never were For what is your love to me? What purpose I carry? What I am? Let me wither. A selfish being And I apologize—
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
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