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Without a Goodbye

Waiting, trying to learn
How to cope with this hurt.
The voices in your mind whisper
Dark things and twisted plans.
These voices are corrupted, mad.

In a rage they scream
Vile things until it seems
You can’t end this peacefully.
And so far they’ve been right,
Everyone leaves you with your plight
Until you reach out in anger and spite.

The voices are ranting,
Your body is shaking.
Tears flow freely,
There’s no remedy
to bring peace.
They cry out for vengeance,
To turn away from all sense.
Ones you loved without question
Who never deserved that devotion.

Not even sparing a glance,
While you break before their eyes.
They forced you into this stance,
Turning away, without a goodbye.

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