Closer

“Will you miss me when I’m gone?”

The question by which

I’ve measured the value of my life.

Will I miss me when I’m gone?

I honestly don’t think so. 

Decades of therapy. 

Years of pharmaceutical intervention. 

Excerise. The outside. Spending time with people. 

I’ve done it all

Including fell in love. 

What I think is love. 

It leaves me in pain

But I’m afraid to leave 

Becuase I know what awaits me

If I go

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