Needing times of quiet to ponder existence of futility,
watching endeavors fall to the wayside while
contemplating a form of suicide today.
Turning points surrounding a mind with thoughts of
being, and unkindly finding death spouting it's reasons
for an unknowingness to life.
(10: 48 a.m. - 11/14/06)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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