Good Bye
A month and a week, until Friday. Then Saturday and Sunday. So I will assume that you have conquered your sleepy daemons and that you no longer need me.
So my purpose has dwindled once again. No longer serving anything other than a constant admirer and you have several of those you feel more worthy. Good bye ~ my beautiful. Good bye ~ my heart. Good bye ~ my dream and hope and belief. Good bye ~ my truth. My lover. My pain. My faith. My prayer.
Good bye, I loved you.
Good bye,
I love you still.
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