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He couldn't have it any more
The days went by
And everything seemed rosy on the outside
He wasn't just getting it
But shielded the mess
He couldn't take it anymore

Grave statements didn't get anyone's attention
Mood swings didn't spring any signal
Phones buzz with unidentified calls
Restlessness sets in
Strange movements
He became uneasy with everyone
Apprehensive I say

Suddenly he wasn’t speaking
When he did, it was a snap
We all withdrew
He also did
We took cover
He also did
Long gloomy expression

Can you please talk to me
He wouldn't say a word
Can you please share with me
He shoves and walks away
He kept talking to himself
Like with an immortal
He wasn’t talking to anyone anymore

Then it happened
Then the unimagined happened
The strange sound
He pulled the trigger on himself
The gush!!!
Second chance???

Suicide is not an option
Get help

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  1. Yes suicide is not an option. Speak up and open up and get help


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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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