Ripped and faded,
Lost and dark,
This is the end of an era.

Outside the mark,
There’s chalk on the wall,
This is my soul’s core.

Now I can’t stop,
It’s the last in line,
This is the final call.

Forward march,
The troops so slow,
This is it, I cannot fall.

No I won’t,
Not now not ever,
This is the last straw.

Emotional problems,
Just want to be held,
This is my one value.

And it all crashes down,
From madness to health,
This is me.

                                                Ktwilight

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