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Lament,

        for I have died to the world today.

        For the world wants not a person devoid of morals and class,

        a person who succumbs to the pleasures of synthesis and intoxication,

        a person who no longer shall be considered a person.

Lament,

        for it is now that my journey must begin.

        A journey not of my own choosing,

        nor of my own interests,

        but one necessary and crucial for survival.

Lament,

        for here I lay, broken and lifeless upon your shoulder.

        I come forth as a papier-mache replica of my former self,

        my soul interred within this ghostly shell which I once presided over.

        No more can I tolerate; this world shall swallow me piece by piece.

Rejoice,

        for no more shall a dredge of society wander the narrow halls,

        as he has passed from one world unto the next.

        He held his uses, yet, allowed no growth of skill;

        Society will eye the millions and soon find another.