For those souls who feel lost, alone, angry, depressed — whatever you may feel, know that you do not have to be fated for a violent end.
Teardrops fall like a whisper
Emotional rocks
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Raging ripples grow
Until they vanish — lost
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Counting misses
Regretting the race I ran
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There is no exemption from pain
No reprieve from grief
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I have not the will to stand
I have not the state of mind to think
I have not the heart to beat
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Pray tell… What then?
A violent struggle
Meets a violent end

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