Burnt Out, Waiting to Die

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If I kill it, it won’t come back.
If I beat it, it’ll fear me, right?
If I hurt it, it will know what I am,
A being of hate and nothing more.

If I let it fade away into the night
It will never come back to me.
Do I want that? I don’t know.
But I do want something.
I’m quite sure of that.

If I let it go, does that make me good?
Does it make me strong like a god?
Do gods hurt like this?
Do gods feel pain at all?
If I let it go will it tell me?

If I just let go I’ll be free.
If I just walk away it will all be ok.
So why am I still here
Just watching?

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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Afraid not of anything in particular; perhaps just afraid of being.

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