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Suicide

Wondering the sanity of being
Reasons and purpose of living

Middle of fire of insanity
Drifting in the realms of vanity

So peaceful, oblivious and empty
Yet feared of own safety

Mind becoming craftier on destruction
Body bind by signals of mental function
Edge of tower and fear of height
Body doesn’t want it
Yet mind always wins the fight

Falling down and swift whispering of air
Then the mind realizes that it’s not fare.

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