Maybe I haven't been all that honest.
Maybe I wasted my time.
A sudden kindness.
At the last,
Find myself hanging on here
This is the end I had planned.
Bring me love.
Bring me this quiet breathing.
Hand by hand
Counting the end of my rope.
I still have hope.
With these words,
My fight ends. I deserve no
More than I've made for myself
Glass stones in the well.
This has been the only love I've ever known.
Whispering a goodbye.
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