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Does it hurt to die?
Will I feel pain or remorse-
when my time comes and goes?

I know it hurts to live.
Yet here I am and living lies-
trapped with my false alibies,
with dreams that no one knows.

Will any tears fall?
I doubt they'll notice that I'm gone-
but still a hopeful thought.

I know that my tears fall.
Without reason or rhyme to some-
thinking life has just begun,
but mine will surely end.

I am the tears of contentment-
falsely laid out in the funeral pier.
Lost dreams and resentment-
living was the greater fear.
Who are you to judge me?
you who never walked my shoes.
Shadows unforgiving-
yet forgivness was the key;
so easy to forgive Them,
but how could I-
Me.