Gracefully they dance on great mountains height,
With distant stretched beauty and pure loomed glow,
Compact together yet parted with fright,
Afraid of who’s insides first come to show.
Their delicate frames rely on thin strands,
Drawn from all known depths of sad sorrows end,
As the smile they wear fades by times hand,
Ears wide open spark quick paths to mend.
Crafted with love, hearts pump out pure feeling,
Listen before you’re dressed in black kneeling.
Suicide, is the most selfish act one person could commit.
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