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Lips, like ice, turned blue
Sinking deeper, drowning
Her final breath, she drew
Eyes slightly open, watching
As she descended, rapidly
Ending all she ever knew
Dissolving slowly, in the sea
She took her life, tempestuous
Like a turbulent hurricane
A tortured soul, free at last
She would never again feel pain
Author’s note: This is purely fiction, and I am just fine 🙂
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Chronic pain can do that 😧😠
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Yes, it can, if you let it… 🙂
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Very emotive poem… I like your note at the bottom!
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Thank you very much. I always leave the note or I get a lot of inquiries as to my state of mind lol
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Very dark…sad.
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Yes, I know, which is why I put the disclaimer. 🙂
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Thank you, my friend ❤
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