elefthería

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Disclaimer: This poem includes suicide, might be disturbing to some readers.

She let herself end her suffering,
She let the vehicle of her soul drop from the rooftop.
She could feel the warm blood oozing out of her body
forming a pool around her still frame.
The pain was throbbing, shooting, and making her numb
as she felt her bones crack when she hit the solid ground.
She was losing consciousness.

Even so, she wore a smile on her face,
for her eternal pain was ending.
She had attended hundreds of her own funerals,
She cried on none of them.
She suffocated so bad before dying.
Death saved her! So why would she cry?
"Finally elefthería," she said with a smile as she took her last breath.

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