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Suicide
The waves wash under Hastings pier as I contemplate my fate, I take my blade from my coat pocket as the hour is getting late.
I hear the people up above as they walk along the pier, I hold my breath and sit motionless so no one knows I am here.
I think about the dreams we had and how life's turned out now, and with the act of suicide I will surely go to hell.
I place the blade apon my wrist and make the first incision , as i feel my life leaving me it's too late to regret my decision.
As my body washes out to sea my heart still thinks of you, and how we loved each other once and how I still love you.
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