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I Say Goodbye

I say goodbye,

With the anger 
Of a man,
And the confusion 
Of a child.
I have learned not
To seek answers.
Reason is the province
Of the living;

Death, merely theft.
The words that
Have sheltered 
Me from so
Many storms,

Are now
Washed away,
And every drop
Of rain stings
With a different memory.