I walked out of my house today,
I walked out,
leaving 18 years,
of glory and tragedy,
behind.
I walked out of strife,
and fury,
out of happiness,
and extravagance.
I didn't give,
not even a second glance,
at the used temple,
that was my body,
that was decaying,
and dying.
Today I walked past,
fear and anger,
and into future,
and starlight.
I left all shadow,
and ruin,
bought a first class ticket out of Hell,
and boarded the long plane to Paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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