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Goodbye

My heart has already shattered,
fallen apart,
hit the floor with a
CRASH.
That razor
� � �painted
� � � red.
That razor is my
goodbye gift
to all of those
� � � who cared.
I am okay with death
I greet him readily,
� � � � door wide open,
� � � � � soul begging,
� � � � � � crying,
giving pathetic plea,
'Take me with you.'
I am ready
� � � ready
� � � � ready
� � � � � ready.
I am ready to say
goodbye
again.
I am ready,
o dear Death,
take me.
Away.
�Far
� far
� �away.
Take me
as I give a final
goodbye.