Dying Poem by Cyrus Josis
Dying
Oh dying, how beautiful it would be.
To be lying near a tree.
Just being free and me.
Cause even a blind man can see.
How nice it is to be.
Dying, may death take me.
Even away from my family.
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They could say your suicidal,
I just say you're self homicidal.
Don't kill yourself, please.
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