When every door closes,
One door opens,
It is suicide.
When loneliness takes on you,
One hand approaches,
It is suicide.
When no longer one listens,
One who wants to listen,
It is suicide.
When you want peace at last,
One thing does it for you,
It is suicide.
It seems cowardness though,
But only the one,
Who goes through all this,
Knows the reason of suicide.
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