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Have you ever thought of suicide?

What does it mean for you?

You might not have given it much thought

Nor even what you’d do

But here’s a thought, a thought of mine

It’s something I’ve thought through

I will often think of restfulness

To end my brains mildew

You probably think that’s all there is

That’s all there is to know

But spare a thought for disbelief

And what my end might show


I apologise for this poem as it may be too late for some but some things have to be said.

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