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Aug 2014
A blade will do the deed
A thought would put things to actions
Scars won't be shown I promise you
I won't heal
For after that
I cannot
One move and I can be free
One word and I shall go
Find peace or maybe the unknown
Oh darling,
I cannot be saved
I am too far gone
I am a puppet
That has to force to smile
To move
A puppet waiting for its strings to be cut
A puppet that wants a ticket
For the final show
Before the curtains close
For once and for all
For the first and the last
I'm sorry sweetie
I am not needed I am not special and I am most certainly not irreplaceable
You will find someone better, someone worth it
Don't cry child for maybe this is how things could go
Maybe I won't know maybe I do
But I guess I won't find out
You may not notice but I am invisible already
I can go anywhere without being noticed
I am not a star that illuminates the sky
I am not the sun that meets the horizon
And I am not anyone's prized possession
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