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Thinking about,

Blade on my wrist

Promise of an end,

No more depression or pain

For me,

Escape from the roller coaster life

But pain for all those left

Behind.

Struggling to resist and

Blot out the siren’s song,

The lies of my disease.

I can wait until tomorrow

Since tomorrow never comes.

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