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When I put this bullet in my brain
will you follow far behind?
Will all my stupid yearnings
find your life run out of time?

And when I take this pill
my simple little crime,
will I find a place for you
and me to cross that line?

So when I dive out long
and fall from up so high,
will you fucking even care,
will you even cry?

Because time is running short
on my platitudal lie.
So when I am found hanging dead
will you also die?

I want to know that when I take
that last and final sigh,
will you follow these lines again
as just a silly rhyme?

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cliched523

Very stong poem. I loved it all but I loved the first stanza the most.

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Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built
--James Allen

ramatheson

thank you

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