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Not A Coward
He took the coward’s way out
Over and over they flout.
Only those who tried to end
Can comprehend the blend.
For truly committing to no return
Is rooted in constant yearn.
Trying to cross the other side
Requires the loss of pride.
The irony of being a suicide
Is the longing to survive.
The burning desire to be loved.
Hope simply caught in rope.
Copyright ©
Mark W.
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