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The Atmosphere of Suicide

Watch me as I fall,
listen to me die.
Smell the fear of nonexistence,
feel the atmosphere of suicide.
Follow the crowd,
just let me fade away.
I no longer regret it,
when I only said I was okay.
At least I won’t be missed,
theres no reason to care,
but they lied too;
this time when I fall,
they won’t be there.
Its tiring and painful,
every day I fake a smile,
and in the end, for who I please,
it wasn’t worthwhile.
Watch me as I fall,
listen to me die.
Smell the fear of nonexistence,
its time; my suicide.

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