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To stay is an act of selflessness
To leave would be but a prize to the heart
Like the snapping of fingers it would be
For the memories cherished to be torn apart
And the people I love to think of me
A destination so sweet, so warm, so tender
The soul aches to freely surrender
But to stay is an act of selflessness
To bear the hearts of not one but many
Even in the the midst of helplessness
You share them your shriveling company
For like the flap of a butterfly’s wings
The absence of life would be
The devastation of known things
An end to the pain inside of me
For If it weren’t for all hearts but mine
I could finally, alas be fine
Like the snapping of fingers it would be
For the memories cherished to be torn apart
And the people I love to think of me
A destination so sweet, so warm, so tender
The soul aches to freely surrender
But to stay is an act of selflessness
To bear the hearts of not one but many
Even in the the midst of helplessness
You share them your shriveling company
For like the flap of a butterfly’s wings
The absence of life would be
The devastation of known things
An end to the pain inside of me
For If it weren’t for all hearts but mine
I could finally, alas be fine
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