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As I prepare to leave this world behind,

I write letters to all the people who have always been so kind.

I write to my friends telling my love for them shall ever die,

I write to my family thanking them for there love and compassion,

But my life is to full of contamination.

I put the letters in a drawer,

As I prepare for my own self death.

IO decide today is the date,

I glance at the clock

It is quarter after eight

I cannot possibly wait.

I find the dangerous pills that fathers has warned

I expect that my death shall come sometime in the morn.

I write one final note to my parents

saying this was myt time to have died

I tell them i'm sorry for shattering all their hopes and dreams they may have had for me,

by committing this self-inflicted suicide.