I just want someone to witness me. See me in this struggle, in this pain. I want one head to turn in a crowded room and notice the tears in my eyes. One person to hear the quiver in my voice. One person to see the shake in my hands.

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Witness me. Behold my grief. See my demise.

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I'm not asking that you save me. I am not asking to be redeemed. I am beyond reach, over the edge, already under. I just need you to witness me. 

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Witness me like a sinking ship dipping down into the sea, water roaring around the ruins, emptiness filled by a liquid coffin. 

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Witness me like a star already exploded. It may be too late to save my light, but watch as I burst and flicker out. Witness the sky grow undetectably dimmer as I fizzle away.

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Witness me. See me. Know me. I may be too far gone, too corrupted, too mistake-laden, but I pray you can witness me in the glory I should have been. As a ship that sailed the unforgiving seas and a star that shone in a lonely space. Witness my becoming, an ending worthy of an audience.