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Our paths are never to be crossed again,
for you shall go your direction and I go mine--
only through connection shall we remember of each other;
still proving one who will ALWAYS wonder "what if"; who never truly moved on.

Only in hopes of consumption shall she hope to rid of you in her memory.
And seek refuge in the darkness of her own cruelty and pain:
living in ever lasting remorse--
shielding all light from entering for those whom shall try to enter,
but whom shall never see within.

Her only rejoice is through the lessons you have taught her--
and,yet,
she will always be left with the regret of you ever having met her;
and thus the knowledge of her.
Now, she must carry herself upright to guide herself
through this forsaken place of doom and destruction.

Let there be freedom for her,
Let there be song for you,
For now those who have been resentful of her feelings,
shall now have reason to glorify in their dedication of their hard work
ridding you from me.

Now,
they shall celebrate, and so shall you,
(if felt needed)
of her graduation--
rather a blind birth of forgetful baptismal into a wholly change of persona.
Never again shall those unknown see her beauty and light,
for it has been destroyed and has been compensated
by means of florescent light and plastic perfection.

And for those who lived in the era of her reign,
shall be all but a whimsical memory of a pretentious dream.

The time has come to bid thee farewell,
and all other formalities too droll to mention.

And now,
come say "welcome"
to the creation of your meddling--
for the time has finally arrived.

// plez, no comments. -_-
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