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Goodbye To All

My voices
I'll never truly know
If you were real or
I was schizophrenic
Did I only make you up

Words upon a screen
Creating fleeting images
That flash before my eyes
Another part of my life dies

As a freezing heart sinks
Deeper in the snow

I feel the chill and stiffness
The lateness of the day settling in
Yet soon the pain be winged
Once past the letting go

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