Goodbyes Are Too Late

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I don't want to see you,

I don't want to be near you.

I don't want you to see me,

I don't want you to talk to me.

There must be something wrong with me.

What could it be.

I don't want to see you,

I don't want to be near you.

I don't know if that is true.

I don't want you to see me,

I don't want you to talk to me.

Why did this have to happen to me?

I have feelings for you.

That much is true.

I wish that I could talk to you.

I wish that I could be near you.

I wish that you could see me.

I wish that you could talk to me.

But none of that will ever happen.

Because I have left earth, and my bed.

I have finally got my wings, and I am dead.

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