Path - Poem by David Anderson
Longing for death, wishing for life...
When one can not be had, the other will suffice.
But when caught half-way between,
Comes not but pain and dread,
Instead of being inbetween,
I'd rather much be dead.
But if death were not an option,
To stop the painful knife,
I'd most definitely choose to live
A long and happy life.
For it is much better to live or die,
then to be left with tears to shed.
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