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Jun 2016
i've imagined my death
a million times.

suicide,
drowning,
jumping,
bleeding,
walking in front
of a train,
tying a rope around
my neck,
taking pills.

but  i dont know
what one to choose
how to leave
when to go
where to do it.

these are all questions
i beg the
answer too
but when i leave
it wont be a surprise
you will all see
it coming
and if you dont
well sorry to say

its too late to
save me now.
Maddii Lloyd
Written by
Maddii Lloyd  Australia
(Australia)   
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