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May 2020
I was once rich
Throughout my life, I was enriched
I had the fortune and elegance
But during this time, I was going through a battle of pain
It wasn’t physical, but mental
Perhaps striking as incidental
But it came as an element fundamental
Anguish
Started hitting hard liquor
I am feeling like I am in an imaginable daze
Yet my body is cramping craze
Drugs after drugs I started to take
Death wasn’t even a factor and but my life was at stake
My riches and fortune gone
I am loss in darkness and alone
A voice shouts in my head, “YOU ARE ALONE”
I am no longer myself
My foot is half way over the bridge
A voice says, “LEAP”
Suicide accomplished
My soul no longer mine to keep.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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