looking out into the dark
i've never been suicidal
but there's the hint of a spark
breaking through that sunny idyll
shouting in my crowded head
a million tiny piercing voices
sounding like the living dead
giving me no other choises
off it goes
the time has come
the future flows
the past is gone
looking back it seemed so good
so good to just let it go
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