I held the hand of early death.
I saw you cry but never wept.
The nightmare is gone. I realize a
daymare much worse.
Just some words and a "but" was what you said.
If you trust me, your are taken.
I longed only to create, I did when it was too late.
You lived only to waste, all your days were fake.
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