To Be Free

If you were to disappear;




Would you be missed?

Or would they move on?


Take your pick;

The razor.

The pills.

The rope.

They all work.

If you do it right.


Some aspects you’d lose;

The laughs.

The smiles.

The love.

If you had those in the first place,

Are they worth the freedom?

The End

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