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He suffers in the dark

Blind and alone

Feeling that no one cares

The lowest of the low

About to end it all

But no one even knows

He really thinks it's right

The only way to go

I only pray that he will see

Right in front of his face; that handhold

God is reaching down to him

But he has already given up his soul

He pulls the rope tight

And his body becomes cold

This is his suicide.

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Suicide: The permanent solution to a temporary problem. Period.

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