I want to die, it's not a lie.
What a coward I am, for I will be damned.
God surround me with your grace,
So I do not make a fatal mistake.
Thoughts creep into my once happy mind.
But I push them away, or else my goal I will not find.
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A, I know you know I'm blown away by the power of your poetry and your writing's ability to give me an insight into your grief. But I'm also blown away by your ability to find such compelling art. I know there's a lot on the web, but it takes a keen eye to find the right illustration to make the words speak even more fully.
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