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Aug 2020
He plucked up his guts after more if’s than buts.. and he clambered over the ledge.. Like trembling jelly with knots in his belly he clung onto the edge..

If only he could think beyond his gloom but the only way out was darkness and doom..with noone to talk to nor help at hand he let himself tumble just as he had planned.. As he plunged through the air he heard peoples cries but his short life was lost in the blink of sad eyes..

Alas he was just another statistic read out on the news.. A Corvid-19 suicide from depression and blues..Oh how awfully somber as his loved ones were left in a state of sheer shock and a bleakness of bereft..
Written by
Jill Tait
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