goodbye

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a gathering of souls

to fill the night sky

my heart riddled with holes

as i say goodbye

i will make it further

but right now it hurts

i will live forever

is that a gift or a curse?

right now the voices tell me

to go get in the hearse

right now the voices tell me

that it will only get worse

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