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Poetry Let the pictures on my wall speak for themselves,
Memories tucked away and buried for all time.
A film reel of people flashing through my mind.
Light a candle and say one last prayer.
This chapter has ended,
So turn the page and start over again.
It's something I cannot stop,
But in the end we all know it's right.
The blood will drip and the tears will flow.
Crush a life like a butterfly in my palm.
Cryptic words scattered to the winds.
Board up my broken heart and declare a vacancy.
Nothing is the same anymore,
None of this is right.
Let's just call it the end of this life.
