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Suicide

Hope what is hope? Something we all wish for But can't get in the end In the pool of depression In the midst of darkness I cried and cried No one to hear No one to smile No one to have a shoulder on No one to cry I died Unhappily Gun on the head Rope on the fan Knife in the hand Blood on my hands If I ever to die I die with Tears in my eyes Smile on the face Say goodbye To those who with I'm tired of living Even my sounds of breathing Annoys me to death I'm a coward Coward to die Coward to live Coward to cry One day I'll die A miserable death That's what I deserve In this world of mess

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Date: 2/15/2023 2:09:00 AM
Sans identity and agenda we are love and light, God’s light. It’s the thought forms we keep reinforcing that becomes an affirmation, the affirmation our destiny. If we can’t fix it ourselves, take help. Life is a gift. Breathe easy, smile more, love ourself and all others.
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