You didn’t get to see

The way I tried to be like you but still be me

The things I say about you when I speak so highly

Before falling, crying where your shoulder should be

Now I know there’s no going back,

And even if we could

It would not do us any good

The gradual stage of this becoming the next

Will not wake the ones which now rest

Since then I have become someone who doesn’t believe

In what keeps me there

Perhaps it’s for the best

That I have come to realise

When everything has gone from the outside,

Even the very thing that placed it there

When there is nothing

And the last thing has been taken,

There is only one thing left

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