It was a gloomy evening, where sight was dull,
Wind blowing hard and life was null,
Except for the tree's covered by the shade of a dark cloud,
The sound of the whistling wind wasn’t very loud,
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To me life is so precious I could never snuff mine out. No matter what happens there is always tomorrow and an opportunity to make our life better. I know that suicide and death are often glamorized as a heroic thing to do but to me living life is often the heroic direction when it is difficult and many times unbearable. Keep writing, Eddy. A '10! ' for your compassion and talent. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Its a nice write. very good.