‘depression' 'suicide'
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It was a brisk autumn morning
When I woke up to tears
It drowned me without warning
And bleed my ears with fears
To die or not to die, that is the question:
whether 'tis wise in the mind to stay.
The poundings and thoughts or extreme outcome or
to put shields against trajedies and deny them.
To die, to live -- no more --
Dear my friend...
Oh my dear friend if I hadn't waited until the very end.
I would have said, oh the things I would have said before you were dead.
Vanished, gone, forever undone.
