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The Way I Left
The Way I Left
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It was so unlike me
the deep desire to just jolt down things
the optimism in me to take out things in a piece of paper,
such simplicity and ease.
I never would have thought of dying under the burden of the ink that flew,
The thought that my mind would not make up its way through words,
The thought that it would cut deep and turn into a self-killing sword.
It was so unlike me,
That the path i made on my own, I let it close just like that,
It was so unlike me,
That I went down on my own scale
Lost my creations, lost identity.
On my own pathway, my dead words slept,
They witnessed the way I just left.
