Poem.
I do not want to kill myself
Yet it would be nice to die.
To end the constant swinging,
On this pendulum where I lie.
I do not want to kill myself,
Yet it would be nice to die.
To create a magnum opus,
On life’s eternal high.
I do not want to kill myself,
Yet it would be nice to die.
To offer myself to oblivion,
And grow hollow where I lie.
I do not want to kill myself,
Yet it would be nice to die.
To end the constant swinging,
On this pendulum where I lie.
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