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Release

Conquering the lasting misery.
Breathing you in...and then out.
Holding my last shread of hope in my hand, I caress the sweet steel release.
Kissing my mind away I laugh with a glee that is manic.
"Goodbye." I whisper, with a noise that you cannot hear.
You have heard but a plee.
You mistake my despracy for your love, but it is only for quickness...with no shame.
Blessed be my decesion, as I leave my sanity behind.
I pick up my instrument of self-sacrafice, and leave you behind.
Once and forever.





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Chris P. said...
Sept. 28, 2009 at 7:58 pm
I really like your word choice, good job!
 
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