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The Living Dead

She gets high on suicide Cos that’s the aphrodisiac Running through her veins At some point soon She’ll hear that tune Pushing her nearer To her doom The note is already in her head Recited from the living dead Goodbye world It’s time to go I never had a chance But don’t feel sorry for little me Cos this is the day I finally see Maybe next time you never know But for now it’s time to go Finally, falling fast asleep Exactly like they said The note now lying beside her head The final extract it simply read Recited from the living dead.

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Date: 5/26/2023 12:25:00 PM
Hi Paul, I was fortunate to save a family member from that fate as their psych. wasn't up to snuff. Suicide ran in that person's side of the family, fortunately not mine. With our broken mental health system it is more and more common. Well crafted piece.
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Paul Bell
Date: 5/27/2023 12:41:00 AM
Glad you were there to help. Yes, mental health is sadly lacking in Britain.
Date: 5/21/2023 7:55:00 PM
Chills me to the bone. Paul. So resonant and well-composed. Thanks to some friends who are no longer here (and some who are!) I know the drill all too well. To life! :) gw
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Paul Bell
Date: 5/22/2023 1:13:00 AM
Too much pressure on the people now.
Date: 4/22/2023 4:08:00 AM
A bit macabre, but it could be an honest rendition of many a person's fate.
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Paul Bell
Date: 4/23/2023 2:32:00 AM
It is a bit.

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