A Whispered Suicide With a smile we meet, Myself..

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A Whispered Suicide With a smile we meet, Myself and fate And walk away I, With a spring in my gait Good things she taught me About a rule she bends, I grin from the whispers Of a quick end Death at its own time, But no, not ours We will be hasty, Plan our own passing hour! I look up, Towards the bright sun, Then without hesitation At the bottle and gun I have been waiting For the end of the road And am ready to be done With this unrelenting load My struggle and grief My pain and despair Now less burdensome than one single hair So the world shouldered aside, Unconsciousness forbears We slip away quietly, As if never there

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I love the darkness of your writes, but hope that suicide isn't something you're contemplating â¤ï¸ we're a very supportive community if you need help just ask ð

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Thank you @sjw but its really not just in my mind, all of these are rough copies for school. It's a darker project for IB english

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Glad to hear it! Keep up the good work ðð

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