A Suicide Note

The time has come, my choice is made

This life is cruel and humanity has no hope

As the little remains of my soul withers away, So shall my physical form

I want to be freed from this burden of depression

I'm like a bird who has lost it's wings

Helpless, scared, and wanting to feel free once more.

Don't cry that I'm gone, rejoyce for the life I lived.

My soul is finally feeling bliss as I escape the horrendus words that surround me

This planet will continue rotating, as will your lives. I was mearly a factor of entertainment.

I love you as much as somebody so dead could love another

I'll meet your soul in the next life.


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