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Gone
We’ve burned to the ground, leaving nothing but ashes.
And I won’t be around when the smoke finally passes.
I've died so many times trying to save us.
It's hard to rescue someone who is completely faithless.
Don't expect to look behind you and see my face.
I'm running as fast as I can, but I'm going the other way.
I haven't moved yet because I'm still frozen in place.
But once I'm gone, I'll leave without a sound, without a trace.
Know The feeling
I've felt like this before a couple of times in the past. Nice poem.