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Jan 2018
I am depressed
Life holds so little
meaning
and my days are routine
all the laughter I bring
is just noise that echoes
hollow
some may consider death
but why rush the inevitable
for we are all
going to die
and that comforts me
for why should I end
this prolonged suffering
when merely waiting
will save me the trouble
and everyone else
the pain?
Jayme M Yaroch
Written by
Jayme M Yaroch  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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