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Oct 2012
As I sit here trying to deliberate my fate

Thoughts of suicide cross my mind

The only problem is I can't seem to choose

Will it be a gun to my head?

Will it be an overdose?

Will it be a noose around my neck?

Will it be a deep cut down both wrist?

So many choices, so little time

One way or another I will choose

As I sit here trying to deliberate my fate

Thoughts of suicide cross my mind

The only problem is will anyone care?
Crystal Marie Dreier
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