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My Letter

My last letter.
Dear life, why are you so cheap?
I just realized I've always wanted to die in my sleep
And with these pills that I down
My wish will come true
But you do not answer me
So I must not matter to you.

But that's okay, as I wrote you a note
For you to read after I'm at the end of my rope.
In it, and I quote,
"I'll love you until the day I die
Oh wait, that's now,
So I guess this is good-bye."

And if I'm hooked up by wires
I don't want the chance to return
I don't want to be buried
I'd rather be burned.
Of course, there's always the chance
That I'll make it, I'll survive
But there's no point in living
If I don't want to be alive.
By
Published: 5/14/2010
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