It was then that I knew me,
Only two clocks ago,
when I was true and free,
It was then that I thought,
Of seeds and silk,
The moulding of a pot,
I was selfless again.
He was my path, can't you see?
And now that we no longer stand,
I sit on my dreams,
Looking at what could have been,
Regretting what already was,
He left with everything I had become,
Now, holding the empty shell of my past,
I see nothing but night,
I see a cliff ahead,
where I will fall to my death.
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