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The Self We Can't Let Go.

I don't even understand what I'm writing....................

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I have known from the beginning that I, too shall pass,

though I am not surprise, did I have to leave so soon?

The Gods have spoken, it is over for me.

The barrens I must cross, all privilige you will have,

I will be the food for the dark so you can foster bright.

Stripped, I dressed you in silk so you are safe.


Perhaps this passing isn't so bitter at all, nowhere will be my solace, until then, I must endure.

© 2020 Psychely Keit Reyes

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