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Jul 2018
Death was calling me
I simply had given up
My life no longer had meaning
A perfect day I knew was a sundown with no sunrise
I no longer believed in surprise
I headed for the nearest bridge
I stood firm on that ridge
As I was there, my inner strength had became weak
I felt there was nothing to seek
It was for me to jump
Stepped over and just leaped
A world that I don’t know anymore but was a stranger
Dead is my tomorrow
Please don’t show sorrow
I have no morrow
It’s better this way
I am at where I want to stay
Forget me now.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   JL Smith
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