Going now

Just a silly little poem about death.

Don’t be concerned for me, my friends

My cuts are way too deep

My life was always over

I just wouldn’t go to sleep

I hope that when you think of me

That you will sometimes smile

And are happy I was in your life

If only for a while

 I feel the heat build up inside

I know to go I must

Remember how I always said

I’d spontaneously combust!

The End

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