Suicide

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                  As the cool breeze kissed my skin,
                      My hair danced in the wind.

                      My legs bent ready for flight,
                Even though I'd be saying goodbye

                I always knew this time would come,
             Where I would have nowhere left to run

             My friends have all turned there heads,
                  And let the words knock me dead

                        I don't know where I'll go,
                       Heaven or hell who knows

                    But as I jumped I let it all go,
                The words, the hate, my only soul

                       And finally I found peace,
                A peace I could never reach before

                     Goodbye to you all,
       For I take my last breath and finish my fall.

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