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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