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Suicide

Take a breath
As the knife cuts deep
Getting close to death
Just close your eyes and go to sleep
Inhale
Life goes on
Exhale
The light is almost gone
This is the end
I will never grow old
Colours are starting to blend
My body is getting cold
Life is precious
What have I done
How could I be so reckless
This can't be undone
I lay here dying
Thinking of my family
My mother will surely be crying
She will be in so much agony
I'm sorry...
©pinkjane