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Once Was

My eyes are half open,






and it's hard to sleep.









I am just sitting here, wondering what to think.




I don't know what to do with myself anymore.





Should I just stand here, or walk out the door?




I don't think I can handle this anymore.




I slowly feel evil, consuming my human core.






Its kind of depressing, seeing how I've become.




Why can't I go back, to that person that I once was?



I'm starting to slip away from those connections that I was had.

But now I'm over thinking, and saying it was all my bad.


I had so many friends, and they almost meant nothing to me.


Why can't I open my eyes, and realize what I see?





You all mean so much to me, and it's so hard to believe.
I am just letting myself walk away and leave...

I just hope, we will see each other soon.





I just want, you to understand my choice.
It's not you, it me, and that's always what they f***ing say.
But this time, it's true.



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