The Moment

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~The poem is dedicated to save many lives.~

The moment you feel like killing yourself,
Just go through a time if you were dead.
Someone has to be there to mourn your unique self,
Deep into sorrows, visiting your death bed.

Where you took your last breath,
And said a forever goodbye,
They will feel you around even after your death,
Silently, on every striking memory they would cry.

May leave their purpose of living,
And sink into your buried senses.
Forget all others,
In your belongings sieving,
And loose their track of tenses.

Just for them, live a little longer.
Claiming your death wish
Not gonna prove you stronger.

Slowly you will perish
But not for them.
Not for the ones who love you,
Not for the ones who want you.

God has sent us for a purpose,
Almighty has written our fate.
Go were sadness takes hiatus
Everything has a time to end, it won't be early nor late.

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