One last outcry, one last wish.
As I say goodbye, for possibly the last time,
I can' help myself but saying sorry.
The lives, I've touched, tainted,
The colours I've experienced and made.
Now only a black mark will be left,
staining my memory of those around me.
As the curtains fall, I can't help but think...
Was any of it worth it?
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