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Final Thoughts


               "Final thoughts"
 
 
With the my hours reaching their last
I prepare to end this life with a blast
Not a blast in which refers to
A joyous afternoon in the park with my family
More in reference towards
Taking a 9mm straight to my cranium and discharge all things in my life
Taking my existence out of everyone's frame of thought
Despite all the times I've tried
I've tried to make others happy
I've tried to please everyone
I've tried to change but
I've come to the end of the road
I've come to a resolution in the problem
I've come to a halt in this fairytale
As I stand on the brink of sanity
The edge of this roof
And the brim of this mad worlds top hat
I put one foot out
Inhale
Heart beat slows
Time stops
Space has no flow
Gravity can't hold me
As I plummet with a life going so slowly
As I recapture a recollection of memories
A silent weep crawls from my soul and out of my body once more
One more second until
Until my past in finished
My present is interrupted
And my future untold and yet to be written
No one could've foreseen my upcoming like I saw it
And as I finish my thoughts
I, I broadcast my visage into the concrete
No one notices for which my existence is swept clean from everyone's memories
I sink into my chambers in the afterlife and await the Pale Death
As it takes away my soul and puts me to rest for I have failed my test
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