AS THE SNOW FALLS FROM THE SKY, I STARE AT YOUR BACK AS YOU WALK AWAY. I KNOW YOU PROBABLY AREN'T GOING TO TURN AROUND AND COME BACK LIKE YOU DID BEFORE. MAYBE THAT'S A GOOD THING, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO NOW.
SHOULD I GO BACK TO THE DARKNESS AND GO ON LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED, OR SHOULD I FIGHT AND GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT? I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE. I FEEL TRAPPED.
NO. WAIT. I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN. I DON'T NEED TO LEAN ON YOU ANYMORE. I DON'T HAVE TO HIDE IN THE DARK ANYMORE. I CAN WALK FORWARD ON MY OWN NOW. SO GOOD-BYE AND DON'T WORRY. I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN NOW.
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Death and Dismay
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