you told me to believe
and hold on just a little longer.
but believing is for fairy tales.
im no hero,
but im definately tragic.
I'm Othello and my Desdemona is the future.
I killed us both.
This is the final curtain.
All my acts are coming to a close.
I'm a badly written play.
There wont be any applause.
I don't deserve it anyway.
This cant really be considered an end,
since it never really existed.
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