dilemma of goodbye

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i feed myself towards death every day
to depart this life from the words you say.
this desperation won't let me be;
will you please come and save me?

spring skies, books and my bedroom view
could never save me from turning blue.
father, from this life i may part;
i am just a ghost with a heavy heart.

i loved you, this you should know
but now you have to let me go.
please don't forget me when i am gone;
in my next life, i promise i will hold on.

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