A Written Suicide

I am a writer. The odds are in your favor that I bet you may be a writer as well. It isn't that extremely bold of claim. I type. I text. I make words. Words make me. Make up my inner most amazing molded version of myself.   I write with conviction. Words are the convict. Perpetrated as is, words are like magic. Illusive words are. Words are illusions. Illusions may be a little on the wordy side. I stand side by words. Words stand as is, by me. That is super simple for possessive intent by a random you. I stand by my self claim of written evidence of many wordy phrases.   I would, personally, in a social setting, find it nearly impossible to self compose a suicide…  Why do I need to limit easy answers?  That is just my style. Likewise I withhold little to every(none-thing).  If I made it cut and dry then why would I waste our time in its composure.   I'm busy so a summary will conclude.  I write as personal therapeutic release.   In the act of writing a suicide letter. I would write myself right out of that idea.   I would just pull the trigger and leave a photo bomb of some (none-thing)   Suicide all letters are not 26 and z.   They are forever 27 and lmnop.   Picture me writing.       In the act of writing a suicide letter