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Apr 2021
I was cruelly young,
When I first pleaded for God,

A God I was unsure about,
To free me from this life,

Presenting him the
Sign of the Cross,

To follow with a demand
Of a silent, painless, escape.

To this day I count myself lucky,
That I lacked the knowledge

Of death permitted
By one's own hand.
Duckie
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Duckie  21/F/mentally: by the sea
(21/F/mentally: by the sea)   
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