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you tell me you want to die
silence envelops me
(i know that feeling; the howling heart, the unbearable pain, the need for cessation)
i cannot tell you
it will get better
cancer
prison
these things are the worst
this world has to offer
impermanence
is cold_comfort
in the face of that much suffering
when i look into the future
what i see for you
is just bleak
dank
dismal
when you tell me you want to die
silence envelops me
you never learned to cope
without drugs
a heroin_doll
without a playmate
immaturity
and instant gratification
MAKE IT GO AWAY
you can run
but_eventually
all_of_these_things
will catch up with you
you can
make_better_choices
you can learn to sit with the pain
or
you can
end it all
not my choice to make
and
the depressive part of me
can't help but agree
after all these years
and all the threats
the cycle, the wheel
of poverty, addiction, prison
that the end
for you
would at least bring
relief
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