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That day you took that rope,

Before your last breath,

Believed there was no hope,

Ready to face death.

I often wonder

What you were thinking,

As you chose to surrender,

Knowing your life was ending.

Your doctors told me

That your mind was empty,

You couldn’t think straight,

And you couldn’t wait.

Did life flash in front of your eyes?

Did you realise all these lies

That your brain had been telling you,

About your worth and your value?

The truth is that I will never know.

And I will have to let that go

With no answers to my questions,

Because of your fucking depression.


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