I tried to leave,
But memories are too heavy for me to conceive.
Where do you go when you have no path to walk on.
But im sorry,
Im so pathetic.
Bring me to the knife,
Its at the end of this path anyway.
Why cant you see me?
But do I have a right to complain.
My words are nothing but spilled out,
Never contemplated upon though.
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