Suicide

The idea of suicide is a cancer.
Once entertained, traces remain forever.
Cut out, it lies in wait.

The strong willed live, they who race
against the unease. digesting smiles
like vitamins, they bask in sunlit radiation

Others fail, passing sorrow
like torches
to those who loved them.

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