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Dec 2018
Cry, as only a child cries
Weep, as only the willows weep
Die, as only the dead can feel

There is a light that persists
There is a darkness
- it doesn't quit
The noose tightens, it weighs thick
Perhaps forever more, the glint
of grief

So I
fail, as only an adult can fail
Scream, let onto another scream
I am one, and I am me
My body is dead, and yet
I see.

I want too much, and that is the fault,

I want myself to be clear in thought,

I think badly of myself, late at night,

I hate what I've become
And I've become
what I want.
the empty bodies stand at rest
Written by
Philip V  22/M
     Fawn and Caloris
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