somedays, more often than not,
the noise gets too loud,
too much to live with.
it is not an empty noise,
like the sky.
the sky is a burden,
too heavy to hold,
not heavy enough to put down.
i wonder what you would
have done,
how you would have
taken the blame.
at least...
i hope you would.
you won't have to find out,
because
i'm leaving you alone,
taking the sky with me.
we'll see where this takes us.
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