"End, based upon the Painting, 'Chatterton,' by Henry Wallis"
In which I look out of this place.
I see him.
Sometimes I do not desire to be near him, though.
But what other place may I go? Each time I try to know,
as I skim,
through the pages ripped from the space.
The space in which I look out of this place.
I desire to get out, to run about.
But with him, may I forever stay,
as my mind is forlorn, my thoughts just stray.
A life lost is a change made,
I guys that is why I ran away; away from my body
Away from my mind.
For new lands in death shall I find.
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