this is not the end....

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    this is not the end....

    siting on the edge of my bed
    my knife in hand
    music playing, i keep praying
    ive been planning this for years
    i thought there was nothing to fear
    will this send me str8 to hell
    honestly theres no other way to tell
    i grab the letter ive rewritten so many timea
    is it good enuff for whoever it finds
    my mind starts to race
    as my feet starts to pace
    i start to back out, i cant do this
    God Ashley stop this bullshit
    i grab the knife stab it in my wrist
    as i ball up my fist
    my face is pale
    god i hope i dont go to hell
    my friend walks in
    OH GOD not again
    the hospital brings me back
    and i just state a basic fat
    i will try again
    this is not the end

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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