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Date Written: September 6, 2017

Some slash their wrists,
Jump off buildings,
Hang themselves,
And hold their breaths.

That very moment of time,
They take their last breath,
Smile one last time,
Blink once more,
And say goodbye.

Their lives are draining away,
With each cut,
Each held breath,
With each step towards the edge,
And each knot in that rope.

That last cut,
Last step, 
Last knot,
And that very last breath,
That's when they feel most alive.

Their final moment before freedom,
Before they drop their body weight,
Lose all feeling,
And close their eyes.

Suicide was their escape…

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