suicide poem and regreate

hear i stand waiting for him,

he is still not here i have waited two long,

he has done this before but never this long,

as i wait on the cliff side thinking of reasons,

i think hard of good reasons but none appeare,

i take a deep breath and wonder to the edge,

as i jump i hear his voice,

but now its too late,

he has betrayed me,

now he must live with it

The End

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