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Suicide,
You saved me.
You brought me life.

Yet still I sometimes yearn for you,
Your sweet embrace.
You promise everything and nothing.
Nothing. The sweetest promise of all.
An end to all that haunts.

Kiss me, then, death,
You that promise so much
And deliver nothing.

But nothing, you see, is the point.
An absence of being
Still a testament to being, absent.

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~ by Benji on 5 August 2014.

One Response to “Untitled”

  1. Nothing is not a promise. It is simply nothing. Please be present. Not absent!

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