I wish you all peace,
and I wish you all love -
from my heart -
but, for my own part,
it is over.
I can let go now.
No more resentment.
From my heart,
although I am falling apart,
I send you all peace,
and love,
and healing.
But , as for myself,
it is over.
So I'm saying goodbye,
although it makes me cry,
and I can't
say it any
other way.
No drama, no fuss -
not some really big deal -
and I don't even know
exactly how or when,
it will
come:
my end.
I don't hate anyone -
maybe not even myself
any more,
but my will has gone.
My spirit is broken.
The long-term
physical and mental
deterioration -
along with rejection after rejection -
has destroyed
what was left.
Now I want to be free.
I need to be free.
I don't know when
or how,
but it has to end soon.
I didn't want to leave
such a mess
behind.
I'm not that type.
I would like pretty bows
to be tied
around what's left of me -
but my strength is failing me.
And this isn't the end.
There are other lives.
Believe that.
Hold on
to my memory,
my friends -
until
we meet again.
This isn't the end.
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