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Death


When I think only death can draw me out of my thoughts
Thoughts that drown me in self-deprivation 
an endless see of lies that drown me like an Ocean
Thunderstorms of self dought that make the waves pull me deeper
Death can comfort me but also scare me
Silence is deadly but so is life
Death is pleasant but also abusive 
It can save and take things that mean most
 Death is Scary and  Nice like falling from the sky
It feels peaceful and Horrifying 
Death takes the young the old but also those who want to
Death is the only thing that can make these thoughts stop 
But leaving those who love you and care for you alone worth it?
But it's not because eventually, all those thoughts will stop
The thunderstorms of self dought will calm and pass 
the raging of Sea will become tranquil  
And silence won't be deadly but calming and caring like a mother
Death won't be so pleasant
 it won't be so abusive
and life will be worth living because you'll want to live 
The grim reaper will come but not before you are ready to leave 
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