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Dearest Suicide,



"I rather save myself, thank you."

The way she spoke the words like wildfire

And every syllable lit into flickers of spark

Waiting, watching when to get burned.

" I rather see you walk out of the door.

Before I lunged this anger

I've been holding on for so long."

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