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Jul 2014
There's a selfish nature to suicide.
One that's often ignored.
In one's hasty retreat from
pain, hatred, and unhappiness,
many are left standing
to pick up the pieces.
Parents, siblings, friends, coworkers,
Those who cared,
all left with nothing but happy memories.
Written by
John Watson  United States
(United States)   
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   Brittany Zedalis
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