To Be Free

If you were to disappear;

Gone.

Poof.

Vanished.

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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