I write for truth to strike.
Strike my I to lay low.

I search to say my way.
I see my self float past.
I chase to stop and know.
I fail to catch and hold.
I choose old scripts to play.
I hear my past pinch tight.
I rub scars to heal cuts.
I want you to stop now.
I feel your blade hit me.
I writhe in pain to say.
I feel your voice cut deep.
I lose more light to care.
I want peace in its place.
I hear Will ask to stay.
I push Faith to take back.
I close in to cold sleep.
I drop low to gift pain.
I sink slow and go low.
I lie deep to feel right.
I curl up to reel hurt.
I bend ill will to air.
I cry for loss of light.
I stare at its full void.
I hold dark to be it.
I see it own no truth.
I purge to let it gush.
I tell Hope to let go.
I yell for it to stay.
I set it by my side.
I lie to lie so still.
I wait for me to be.
I say my bye to I.
I feel truth feel my lie.
I sleep deep to still time.
I lose love lost to life.
I stay to feel the end.
I just let go to stay.
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I hear life be in me.
I find my self is here.
I stay dear to its beat.
I lose it quick to fear.
I ask my soul to stay.
I peer to see its view.
I claw to find my way.
I try to give to get.
I hear it say not yet.
I yearn for Will to tell.
I clutch it tight to move.
I ask souls to peel back.
I hear Faith stands by all.
I beg Hope to beg more.
I hear it stay so still.
I tweak each to turn me.
I tempt them to leave soon.
I swipe the fog long past.
I save dark as my friend.
I see my ghost give light.
I stretch to grasp it all.
I slow to feel love gift.
I shake fear hard to go.
I sway light to stay still.
I move dark to its side.
I find both come and go.
I sit next to my loss.
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I let it all go now.
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I lived a year to live.
I hold the old close dear.
I found it close my life.
I find it end me deep.
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I find it close my life.
I void the light to see.
I feel no air on me.
I step up but fall down.
I roll in to find new.
I see no true light shine.
I write just words to feel.
I hear words pain me deep.
I own my words to hold.
I see my words sell me.
I reel my brow in deep.
I blink one sad eye quick.
I shut one eye for good.
I clinch my chin close in.
I do no more to live.
I see no worth to give.
I close my self for good.
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I gave too much to love.
I found it **** my good.
I felt it slice me deep.
I fell for the dark glare.
I kept cold to hold it.
I told it end me now.
I must not want the flow.
I must be stuck in no.
I fear year four shear me.

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I search old places to land.
I find no warm space known.
I hear it does not want.
I feel they say it now.
I lay low in dark voids.
I feel sad curse my light.
I seek a door to close.
I must move on and on.
... ... ... ...
I find a gift to give.
I give it to give love.
I stand next to my soul.
I feel I start to shift.
I may now find it all.
I feel it may fill hearts.
I read my end in mine.
I hold dear life's full gift.
I clutch to sense its grit.
I lean deep to feel whole.
I feel the warmth of truth.
I hear that you found you.
I slice and pack it down.
I feel love pain and all.
I grin to bring bright light.
I breathe slow in deep dreams.
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I write six words to stay.
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I write to find my way.