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We say we want to die
yet we look both ways before crossing the street
and our hearts speed up if a stranger is too close behind us
maybe this is because we want to die
on our own terms
slitting our own wrists
or swallowing too many pills
or maybe bringing the gun to our very own skulls
and pulling the trigger
I know that
I would rather
Die
on those terms
than anyone elses
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