eventually

he knew
he would be
an eventual
suicide
his entire life
was lived
at the whims
of others
so his death
would be
his
and his
alone

there is
no tragedy
in endings
all things
face their
demise
the sadness
came from
clinging to
the corpse of
dream
for fear of
trying again

the only
difference
between
beginning
and begging
is you have
to be in
to stop one
and start
the other
and he is
always outside
looking in
through tear filled eyes

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