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Sep 2014
A lonely night with no stars in the sky
I lay upright on my bed with a smile
I finally did it, took the first step of a mile
Now the journey ahead is nothing short of a trial
Goodnight my love,... its time for me to rest

A lonely land with no soul in place
I would wander until I get to base
My suicide note lies under the vase
With nothing more than a pleading case
Three slashes on my wrist, made me go with ease
And my last thoughts, were of the daughters of eve
Heartbreak causes an eminent goodbye
For now, my lots would do nothing but cry
"To the great beyond" I said "in luxury style"
Goodbye my love,... its time for me to die
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
(London)   
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