No Longer Present

I'll be gone.
Like the wind of oppressive air.
Like the silence broken by a single whisper.
Like hope when it is lost.
I'll just go.
Back to the nova's shadows.
Back to dark side of the moon.
Back to the caged reflection behind the mirror.
I'll be on my way.
I won't be a barricade.
I won't be a disturbance.
I won't be someone I'm not.
I'm just... going.

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