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May 2014
Don't think of me as selfish for this last deed
I begged for your attention, You paid no heed
Promise you'll love me until my last breath
The water is rising as I entice death
My hands are clenched
As my hair becomes drenched
Shattered and torn
I know you'll mourn
But my joy will return
As my ashes lie in the urn
This is for the best
I was never meant to pass the test
Everything fades
As I slip peacefully into the haze.
Seasonelle
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Seasonelle
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