Fly my love
Flee this wretched world.

Don't follow me
For I must stay.
I know you'll miss me,
But you must go.
Look there,
Joy awaits you.
Fly into the clouds
White and Pure
Just like you.
Follow your friends.
See it doesn't hurt anymore.

Fly my child
Flee from this rubble.


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