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Ashes

The cup is half empty but
To me it’s filled with nothing at all

Depression’s smoke is rising
I fall on my knees and crawl

I make my way into the corner
So I can burn with life’s engulfing flame

Nothing of me will be left
Except my ashes that remain

I’ll be an ever fading memory
In the back of your mind

My ashes will blow away in the wind
And nothing will be left behind