This poem describes the feeling of ones battle within.

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See the new born star
Feel the raging storm
Sailing seas as passions pleased
From the life that we lead
Futures told through gypsies gold
As prophecies of truths are sold
The time shall come
When you call upon me
I’m the one that will set you free
Setting your mind at ease
As long as you do as I say
And not as you please
Who knows you better
For you than me
The choice is yours
So ease your mind
No one will know
But you and me
I’m just your soul
Speaking to you
You know what to do
Suicide is the way it should be
Cut your wrist and watch it bleed
Take some pills and fall asleep
Or just get a shot gun
Bring an end to this grief
Oh soul of mine
You should know
That suicide not is not for me
It’s the cowards way you see
If you know what I mean.
I’ll fight this through
Until the end
Grab my hand and we’ll
Make it my friend
There is no way you can win
So grab my hand
I’ll make you my friend
We’ll fight together
Until the bitter end.
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