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The man on the ledge is going to die,

Everything he did before was to prolong his life

Now he doesn't care anymore, throws a middle finger at the thing called life.

No one wants his company,

Even misery doesn't care to bother him

Because he is numb, just too cold.

Numb to life, numb to death,

Just putting meager hopes in the journey ahead.

Numb to sorrow, numb to pain,

That's why he doesn't feel the cuts carving out his name.

Numb to identity, numb to the sane,

That's why he cuts to remember his name.

Numb to his family, numb to his friends,

That's why they never want to see him again.

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And it's over.
This was the last sad/truly emotional poem I ever wrote.
Of course, there were more but yeah,
I can be emotional ;)

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