Saying goodbye to old friends is hard.
And it's not made easier by the knowledge of how long you loved them.
They are gone now and you have millions of things to remember them by.
Your best friend,
All their music,
And the soundtrack pulsing through your head.
A piano riff, and the clap of hands to send them to Valhalla.
They were warriors for the broken.
Representatives of the misfits and lovers of the damned.
They told you to be yourself,
And you did.
You dyed your hair when you wanted to,
Laughed with your friends and lived the life.
No one had any hold on you because you could so easily replace reality
You kiss their corpse and cry.
This is is.
So long and thanks for the ride.
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