WE HAD AN END TO THIS STORY, BUT NO BEGINNING.

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WE HAD AN END TO THIS STORY, BUT NO BEGINNING. 

 

Drown me in my books instead,

Shatter me right into every single page.

And as I suffocate to the dust of your withered sheets,

You’ll slam door after door,

Smash window after window,

Build wall after wall

 

That I collapse upon.

 

Hidden letters and withheld sentences.

I was torn in these striking colors

Of black and white

And faded yellow.

 

The ridiculous hellos and goodbyes,

All that’s left of ripped cries

Of one lost and one found.

As I search for my way out,

You close the book on me one more time.

 

And I drown.

THE END

 

The End

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