Why would I think losing is a bad thing?
"It maybe be the great of opportunities".
Am I upset by how hard it is?
Does it tear me apart to see you leave?
Death: that's really final,
Above all, it is the finish line.
Deep down into the darkness of abandon.
Crashingly it goes - the ultimate inalterable end.
I saw the aloof act of mine.
No pieces left to mend,
How I mourn the bye.
Are you upset by how hirsute I look?
No more tearing: I'm letting you go.
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