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What did the wind feel like--
Blowing against your back
Riddled with whispers
You heard or imagined or both?
Was it cold,
The ground?
Did it scrape your knees
on the way down?
Or could you even notice through the noise?
I want to know
Was it hard to live in a world
that wanted you dead?
Is that why you couldn’t do it?
Tell me, please
I need to know
Was it all too much for you in the end
Or worse,
Did it never feel like enough?
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