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O Fair Death


O, for death to follow me so, What have I done to deserve such attention? What I want is never what I have, I never have what I want I make things worse, changing them With that foul four letter word All I seek is pain, For it is all I know. Sometimes I delude myself into Thinking that I have found more, but I am wrong, always wrong Never to truly taste of the sweet Nectar which is love Never to find the one that makes Me feel whole again for more than A short while, for a Whisper, teardrop, breath, I fall As I have before, too far too fast Will you catch me? or will I pick myself up again, battered and broken. They always leave, even if they "Promise" otherwise. I've heard that Line before, don't waste it on me, I No longer care. For anyone other Than myself, for long anyway All I bring is pain, it's all I know I've only glimpsed a shimmer of Perfection, and I know I'll never reach The place that allows that which is Perfect to touch me, and finally make me Whole, a whole person no longer the Broken pieces I have seen for so long. Let me be, leave me to my moment of Peace, don't worry I won't be long...
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