Once upon a time
There was a lass
Too tired to fight,
As she had fought her whole life.
She was thinking about the end,
The end of her fight.
How and when,
As well as why.
Why she was choosing to give up.
Why she deemed life no longer worth it.
Why she would leave her loved ones.
Why was she even fantasizing of this end.
The end is inevitable,
But there is a way not to end a life early
By your own hands.
Choose not to, willpower.
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Poems or Quotes
Short StoryPoems I like or relate too. Most likely will be sad or depressing. I don't own them unless its stated that they are originals. When I add originals, I will add them to the beginning section. (It won't let me as of 3/1/23)
