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Letters on a screen,
A voice unseen.
Final act of despair,
Depression fills the air.

Hundred E-mails sent,
Hundred IM's went.
"Don't leave" is spoken,
No response is given.

The screen goes white,
No one knows the fright.
Are they thinking?
Or is their corpse reeking.

One caring word given,
Things could be unwritten.
Compassion deserving,
But now unnerving.

Body found decomposing,
Bugs brushed off exposing.
Letter to my maker,
"Take me to God's Acre"

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