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Fading Out
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Personal (Melancholy) In the twilight,
I stare out the window
to watch the stars
beaming with promise
while I am fading out.
I said I would shine
one day long ago
but the color’s
left my cheeks
and the light died.
When morning arrives,
I open sleepy eyes
wishing I could have
slept through the night
and never woken up.
