By the time you read this I will have already cut my heart out of my chest.
You were too late to stop me from becoming what I am; lost and unblessed.
Save your concern, your tears and your words; all of it means nothing to me.
Unlike you, whose future is full of promise; mine is drenched in dishonesty.
Broken pledges line the dreary streets I travel, cutting my feet with each stride.
Alone on this journey; I bicker and confess to shadows; with no one to confide.
In time you will forget, I will merely be a memory; pushed aside on a whim.
All that’s left is a tale of a broken man searching for the peace stolen from him.
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