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As I wave goodbye,

to everything good in the world,

I feel like I miss something,

something important,

a chance to do something,

can't be that,

there are no chances left for me.

Chances are gone,

life is gone to me.

Everything that is here,

is gone.

I no longer care,

no longer do I smile,

or wave to people.

I find no point in it,

because it would be an unspoken lie.

Again as I wave goodbye,

I miss something,

something small but there,

but I shake it off,

knowing that tonight,

will be the last,

last day and night I live. 

That makes me smile knowing,

that finally,

I will be put out misery.