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Will Anyone Even Care

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?

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crystal-marie-dreier
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Published
Oct 31, 2012
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