Tonight I die alone. Not a man, but a hollow shell. I traded my beliefs for acceptance and false hope. Where did it get me selling myself to others, bleeding for everyone but me? I have drained myself to the point of utter defeat. My defiance so long ago extinguished. Still, I find solace in what so long ago I had acquired. My last moments are held with contempt, for myself and for those who couldn't accept me. I am all that I am and I claim nothing more. "Take leave of me for this, see if I care." Sing the tale of my fate. Show the errors of my way, so that others stumbling through the darkness may have some slight path on which to place their own forgotten steps. I am left with all this emptiness in my heart and in my life. I wanted so much more for myself, and yet I have nothing but lies to show. Tonight, I truly die alone.
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