Let me break down
Into tiny dust
And drops
Of all that I am made of
Love
hatred
Confidence
Insecurity
Glee
Gloom
All the dingy dark corners
All the shiny places
Defragmented in the air
So each will hold its own
Each will have a meaning
Each will make me immortal
Its my last show
In hopes that I will be remembered
For not what you heard me say
Or saw me do
But for what I struggled to become
For what I still strive for
My struggle will be immortal
It has to be.
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