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Parting Wish.
Left to rot with ink and pad
Clear my mind of what make me mad.
My own limit is their own fault,
For they have commit this verbal assault.
Pray I for a few kind moments,
But left I here with only remnants
Of the shattered life of mine.
The life I'll eagerly leave behind.
If I had a dying wish,
It be to know that I'd be missed.
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