i'm tired, utterly so
if it was not a sin
to kill your own life—instead of acting upon it
i learned
not to live
nor to survive
but toleranceglad,
how i learned it
the hard way
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Soliloquized
PoetryA collection of poems and prose. Grief, melancholy, pain, and maybe, just maybe I could write something that resembles happiness too.
The Hard Way
i'm tired, utterly so
if it was not a sin
to kill your own life—instead of acting upon it
i learned
not to live
nor to survive
but toleranceglad,
how i learned it
the hard way