Can i ask a question just to start off this post.
Is one's life worth ending ?
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They felt hurt.
They bottled them up, bit by bit.
Till it just burst into flames,
Raging endlessly in and out of them.
It burdens others.
It kills, not physically i may say.
It kills mentally, deep down inside.
They tried stopping,
But ending up getting burnt.
They wish to end this,
By any means possible.
They can't stand seeing, feeling and listening anymore.
They wished, they'd be blinded by all.
They wished, they'd feel nothing, nothing at all.
They seek help, but to no avail.
Help, perished.
Along with the memories once told.
To end, that's what they thought.
To kill,
To die,
Into the flames of hell where they belong.
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Save them, The last thing you wished you'd ever done.

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