I won't be missed when I go...
oh those who love me will cry
and be bereft on behalf
of some love I could not
feel myself
how could they love me
when I couldn't love myself?
they more than others saw and knew
I was sick
in delusion in anger in pride and in hurt
for all the little sadnesses I couldn't endure
I'm sorry I apologize to you all...
I had no idea anything was wrong with me
maybe I will be missed...but not by me...
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