Suicide

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Some slash their wrists,
Ingest a bottle of pills,
Jump off a high rise building
Hang themselves or
Blow their brains off.
And in that moment
When they are bleeding to death,
Closing their eyes for the last time,
Hanging loose in the air,
About to let their weight drop
And let that
Bullet pierce through their skull
Are the moments, they feel most alive.,
Maybe suicide
Is men't for that
So very "special moment".
To feel alive,
Just once before
You cease to exist.

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