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Poem for not dying
2 months ago · · Stress,
The room feels cold and so does my mind.
People are yelling and yet you're still kind.
You bring a smile into the room.
Which lifts people up from deep holes of gloom.
I can see past that effortless grin.
I can see the pain which rests within.
You push away anyone who asked.
Still holding on to the mindless gash.
I can see your pain and agony.
It hurts me to watch you die, so please don't go.
If you want to die remember this first.
You mean so much to me it actually hurts.