I wished,
to die.
Thought so deeply about such,
I assumed,
death would simply,
become.
That,
there'd be no gun.
No,
need to jump.
That,
I'd just,
disappear.
Be,
that which never was.
Each second,
perplexed me.
For,
still I'd continue to be,
this breathing being.
This,
thinking entity.
I thought,
"Well, why not use the gun?"
"Why not jump?"
As,
I gripped this revolver.
This,
ultimate problem solver.
A placed such,
pon my tongue.
Shot twice,
and still,
nothing.
Still,
there's this constant,
experience.
Still,
this consciousness.
"Jump!"
I thought.
For,
although it seems,
my mind shall cease the ability to be penetrated.
To fly,
would simply be amazing.
No way,
this silly consciousness,
can manage such.
So,
I jumped.
Oh,
I've still yet,
to hit the ground.
Still,
I'm constantly flying around.
Still,
I continue to seek death.
Always hoping,
such shall be,
now...
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