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Sep 2018
Reapers knocking down the door,
The death warrant has been signed,
The noose, tightened and secured,
Yet, fear is absent, but happiness lingers in the air.

Finally, the sweet release is within grasp,
The only thing left was to fall.
This is for those who sought peace from suicide.

There's still hope.
Ammar
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