you spoke to me, a faint whisper in my mind.
a deafening murmur calling for conclusion.
"well beyond your expiration date", I know.
so heavy a burden, your words.
and you're right. how did I think it would be
any different? you were and always will be... right.
truth is, you're the last man standing in your way.
trust in your desire, deliverance within your reach
thus, I hope you find the courage
you spoke to me. you said,
"you knew all along..."
death is the road to awe
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