The End

Thoughts of self destruction may appear,
Nobody seems to hear,
For humans are busy fighting internal battles.
The moment you put your thoughts into action,
The world will keep moving,
Your loved ones will feel grief,
And you can feel yourself fading.
You're at peace.
What you wanted has finally come.
Death will sound too harsh.
What you're looking for is peace.
A place where you can protect the rest and feel no pain.

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