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The Most Painful Goodbye

How can I live with a dying pain

that I know will kill me fully?

Perhaps I left too late or too soon

to figure out what is the matter with me.

I must find the real reason why...

why I am about to actually die...

but I guess I already know it all...

maybe I think I know too much...

especially when I know of my death.

Dying this painful death I'm suffering,

it is something that I deserve,

of all things.

Perhaps my good deeds were too late...

or those very deeds were too soon.

This is my final goodbye to all of you,

as my time has come to go to a better place.

I will never worry of my future anymore...

I will no longer fear death itself

as I,

of all people,

am about to die...

yet I know this goodbye will be painful

for everyone that I know until today...

I know in my heart that I must go...

and leave everything else behind,

so that I can be of full peace

within and around my real self...

Sometimes this most painful goodbye

that is ever said by anyone...

is the goodbye never said at all.