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Someone had died. I missed my opportunity to meet them. Voices are Bartleby's and mine. |
"It rips open and spills acid inside What I've done, whom I've hurt I can't even say that I tried" "There was nothing you could do You didn't even know until it was over You helped when you could, didn't you?" "It makes no difference, can't you see? When one survives another is eaten It's the rule of life, my Bartlbeby" "Then why must you argue this? You admit that you played no part So how could you have made it go amiss?" "If I never left in the first place, Maybe I could have been a light I could have been another friendly face" "Yet, like you she was, a hidden treasure Her parents ever-oblivious to her life Meeting her would have been a pleasure" "A pleasure I shall never have, Barleby And it scars me inside, knowing it Feeling my envy burn, knowing she is free" "And you rejoice for her freedom, despite your lack Which proves you chose your name poorly You're not as heartless as it implies, are you, Jack?" I laugh at your deduction slightly Shaking my head, I begin to walk away "We just met, but you know me too well, B." |