Didn't head my own expedition.
Didn't call my own conditions.
I was never the one.
I was never the special one.
Did I take it for granted?
Did I pull my own chain?
I was never that one.
I was never the lucky one.
Yesterday, I gave up.
It was over.
But not before she kissed my forehead.
I longed to stay, but I'd gotten my black bloody stamp.
I was already a corpse!
Farewell love.
Time is over now.
Farewell life.
Let our bones rest together.
May we forever flower, in this new kingdom.
Let our bare skulls rest in peace.
And we shall finally be free.
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