Melancholy states of mind register readily for unknown
reasons.
Not really knowing how to cry, tears lie forgotten,
scattered, in doorways, gone forever.
Forgiveness does not enter here, forbidden from straying
down corridors of past history.
Once life has found and opened this hidden door, sorrow
flows heavily through without warning.
Flooding a vulnerable mind with the pain of sadness, a
spark ignites, exploding ordinary patterns.
Short circuiting reason and wisdom, causing an immediate
decision to be made, terminating life.
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