Death the cold
empty feeling.
That pierces through
my very being.
My cold dead
body no longer
moving.
Im happy im
not breathing.
Now i wont have
to deal with the
beating sound
of my heart.
To die is what i
wanted.The way
i chose to die
wasn't very smart.
So my last words to
everyone i know is
bye.
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