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 conceider me gone.
walking out the door with my back turned.
deff to the plees and coys to convince me to turn around and run back to ur side as i have so many times before.
ready to stand at ur aid in ur hour of need ready to be ur white night ur hero.


well no more.
plee and coy all u will.
but ur games im done playing.
the ones u say u hate so dearly when people play and play and never be real.
and yet the ones u continusly play ur self.
and with ur self.

no longer am i ur deppendable honerable white night.
the one u always know will be there to suport and deffend u.
to take u in sweet comforting embrace when all there is from the ones close to u are cold icy glances.
to give u complet undivided attention.
when all others seem to look right threw u like a ghost of the past.

i am no longer ur white night.
because i am not longer even a white night.
i have become tarnished with hate jelousy lust confusion.
no more do i wish to play the blind hero boy so unknowing of the truth of reality.
to try to be perfect and stand in the light and unwaveringly pleg my self to the symbolic good nature that the light implys.
now i chose to back away into the warm welcoming darkness and embrace all my flaws.
and to face my inner demon and treat him not as an enemy but to acesept him as apart of me.

i know the feelings of warmth and truely love for u will not completly die.
and yet i will still try with all that i am to cut it away with this sword.
the sword i once used to play ur little white night with.

and i began to think i really am destend to walk alone.
its all i really know other than enveatable pain.
to bottle all my rage.
like i am stuck in a cage.

no more im done.
and u can conceider me gone.
because i have walked out that door for the second time now.
and this time i've left behind the key.
never to return.

so if u want me the this time....
stop me before the door closes up for a second time.
but only if u honestly want me.
because false hope is far worse than no hope at all.



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On Sunday March 19th, 2006, heartdripsblack (773) writes:
cool poem awsome write



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