Temptations.
The blade.
The gun.
The pills.
Big temptations.
One cut with the blade takes all the problems away.
Pull the trigger on the gun that's pointed to your head,
Ends everything in seconds.
Pop each pill.
By the 50th pill you will be flying.
Then it all ends and turns to darkness.
All these temptations.
But which one should I choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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