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Boston
January 10, 2019
As he sat there alone
Tears pooling in his hand
A knife by his side
He grasps it in his hand
Raised to his neck
Sharp as his pain
Wanting to end it all
In that tent where he stands
Tears pouring like the rain outside
As he was pushed away
He just wants to die
Feels like the only way
But he continues to cry
Setting down the knife
Knowing what he might be in store
Leaving that feeling
For what he thought was evermore
© Anonymous
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This is about a time when I was battling suicide. I was in Boston in a tent alone and the temptation was prevalent in that moment.