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The sky,
It cries,
Tears of soft sorrow.
These tears slide down my face,
And I am free,
No longer knowing,
No longer careing,
Wheather they belong to the sky, or me.
But it no longer matters,
For I'm alone.
They are gone,
Everyone I know,
Everyone I knew.
The only ones here are me, and the sky, and a man,
An old man, who says he'll take me to a better place.
I ask him if I'm dead "No" he says,
His voice is almost silent, a fragile smile on his face,
Why?
If he speaks, I will not break.
I am not fragile.
Right?
Now I am sure the tears are my own.
No, he won't know, he can't know.
I'm so near the edge.
So close.
Nate River? No, he's gone So near.
I Am Near.