Death Wish

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I wanted to give up on him.

There was a part of me that believed one day he’d change.

Life would hit him so hard he wouldn’t have a choice. Reality would hit and he’d do what needed to be done.

Instead, he kept taking those pills.

Looking for a way out.

What was so bad about living life with me?

Why was he making death his aspiration?

Her Final Entries: A Collection of Poems and Affirmations (p. 30). Kindle Edition.

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