A small smile
And your conscience questions you
Do you even deserve it?
Weeping like a willow in rain
And it asks you
Have you really got time for this?
Gifts I don't deserve
Love I can't return
A life I can't live and cannot end.
-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SUICIDE LETTERS
RandomI'm fine but I still write them sometimes... I think we all do it, we all feel it. We try not to give into them but sometimes we stay in that sadness and let ourselves read those rotten thoughts.
