Two lonely people met,
with suicide thoughts in their heads.
Slowly, they completed each other,
by the healing of one another.
Both loved each other's company,
but did not know what was written in their destiny.
They thought it was finally the best,
yet it ended by leaving each other in a complete mess.
One healed completely and left,
while the other was left broken—
and dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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