Push everyone away.
This is the last day.
Put on paper the words I can't say.
I'm leaving.
I'm done.
I'm actually already gone.
Not that they know, 'cause I never let it show.
Now all I need is to be let go.
I'll create a distance,
So there'll be no resistance.
Maybe I'll get some assistance.
Either way,
This is the day.
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