The Suicide

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The chains you left
around my heart
hang heavy as I struggle to my feet

I helped you unpack your suitcase, but
you left everything with me

You withered away,
like the last petal of a flower,
But your beauty still holds true

I hope at least,
you're freed from the chains
that you now put me through

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