“
Forgetting. Yes, I will forget it all.
One after the other. The roads I crossed.
The roads I did not. Everything that happened.
And everything that did not.
I am not going to transport anymore,
nor drag the silent past, or that 'me'
who was more beautiful and bigger
than I could ever be.
I will shake off the weights
thickening my mind and sight,
and let my heart see the sun as it dies.
Let a new morning's light open my closed eyes.
Death, is that you here? Good Morning.
Or should I say Good Dark?
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