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Chapter 5: Incomplete
I'm incomplete,
Even after what I did.
I'm a jar,
Without a fully closed lid.
Slade's gone,
He's dead.
There's one man missing,
Who's garbed in yellow, green, and red.
Robin,
Where are you.
Is it up to Heaven,
Where you flew.
There's noting I can do,
Nothing to say.
It looks like things,
Just aren't going my way.
When I went back home,
If I can call it that.
I went to the couch,
I just sat and sat.
They came to me,
Asked me so many things.
Oh how annoying,
The frustration it brings.
I told them what happened,
Or what went down.
They were shocked to silence,
They couldn't smile, they couldn't frown.
The death of Robin,
Is why I'm incomplete.
I jumped off the tower and died,
Now I'm complete.