The Will to Live is Fickle

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Generally speaking—

—our efforts in Living are vain,

everything is too tight, too plain—

—I’ve strived [sic!] for a storybook life,

and cut my days short with a knife—

—ask us to mingle, and say I could,

but what perchance would make it Good?

—should we exchange more than words,

scouring lives across the floor boards—

—that’s more mess than my container

can make without spilling over—

—odd if emptiness cannot be poured

best be left unsatiated—

—than in turn contaminated

a soul was anchored once though barely—

—know there’s nothing here now, really

and I am sorry—

—I am

I’ll not hurt—

—here

I’ll not hurt

—now

I’m sorry—

—I am

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#Suicide #Challenge