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I know to be alive is to breathe But what does it mean to live Not just being alive But rather living the life Internal conflict rife Cutting me like a scythe Maybe when I count to five The pill will finally end my strife. But a light shines on me She makes me feel free Now I see Life should be lived like a tree The leaves may fall But it remains standing tall Branches may break But a failure that does not make Fighting against gusts Despite pressure, it lasts Provide shelter to those who need it But keep around your wit Do not lose hope Even if you're hanging on a thin rope For only in the darkness of night Do the stars appear just right.
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
1-800-273-8255
I know to be alive is to breathe But what does it mean to live Not just being alive But rather living the life Internal conflict rife Cutting me like a scythe Maybe when I count to five The pill will finally end my strife. But a light shines on me She makes me feel free Now I see Life should be lived like a tree The leaves may fall But it remains standing tall Branches may break But a failure that does not make Fighting against gusts Despite pressure, it lasts Provide shelter to those who need it But keep around your wit Do not lose hope Even if you're hanging on a thin rope For only in the darkness of night Do the stars appear just right.
inspired by the song of the same title (1-800-273-8255) by Logic. #8
#musings#thoughts#sadness#life#suicide#hope#darkness#depression#death
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Matchsude
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
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