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Apr 2014
Tell me
why
I
spend
every
pathetic
day
Of my life

talking myself off the ledge.

But only with the idea that somebody
would have to find my body

and I don't want to put that
burden on any innocent soul.
Not even a poem.
Just so ready to be done with it all.
Dak
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Dak
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