At 9:00pm she is gone.
Before she leaves
So many to please
She has nothing left to lose
Oh what to chose
To hold on with all her might
Stay and win the fight
Or drift away to a calming place
No more impossibility to chase
Free of worries and strife
All she has to do is take the knife
Her crying stops
The knife drops
Finally at peace inside
What a beautiful suicide
At 9:00 pm she is gone.
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