"Your Freedom"

  Some slash their wrists.

Ingest a bottle of pills.

Jump off a high building.

Hang themselves.

Blow their brains off.

And it is at that moment when they feel the most alive and will to be free.

When they are having their last breath of air, bleeding drop by drop as it runs down their body, 

blurry vision is all they see as their eyes are close to forever shut.

Hanging loose in the air for one more time.

Let their weight drop on top of soul reapers.

It is when they touch gravity that they are flying high into the sky.

Maybe enjoying your last breath was meant to be the " most special momement of your life."

To feel alive and free for once before you cease to exist...

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