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finally gone, the clamoring steps behind me. i can't help but wish it were raining, we all know that would be more fitting, but how would the cigarrettes stay lit, the candles would flicker a falsity. compare, they couldn't, to the falsity in my stare now, the heaviness. farewell, you wave but it means nothing, i speak, but it means nothing, and maybe, that's all it ever was.