As I sit at the top of the mountain of suicide,
I look at the bottom like a spy looks at his pill of made of cyanide,
I remember this place: Ithaca’s cliffs,
I think back at that moment and imagine "what if"’s.
What if I did it? How would mother have lived?
Instead I sit back and remember, every day is a gift.

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J-Wild aka Menassist.

300 J.G.

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