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I will be your pillar of despair
When the dust
Fall from your eyes
And there will be
No flowers left to rip apart

My tears will be your medal
To wet the ground
You will destroy

This departure is not easy
Knowing you are leaving
Nothing behind
But regret and cold, cold fears

I could have been your temple
A shelter
From the void you have inside

But I choose to be what I am
and I choose to be cursed

And alone

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