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The Last Good-Bye
Constantly searching desperate to find what was lost
Something unknown something unseen down the path alone you walk.
A desperate need growing stronger an overwhelming sense of urgency
Faster and faster you go desperate to reach what lays ahead.
Tears stream down your face
The distance grows farther an farther away.
You run until your legs will carry you no more.
Down on your knees you sit knowledge hits like a ton of bricks,
This is it the spot you gave your last good-bye
Sounds of pleading, begging, painful sobs echo in you mind.
You walked away; you ...