Things can always compare: we're all common as air.
And if life's unfair?
No one cares.
If your heart tears?
You're tarnished wares.
Too much to bear?
Suicide's a dare.
What?
It's not that rare.
Death's just a temptress, beckoning us to undress.
Did you remember to confess?
No, I left a mess.
Was it a lover's last caress?
No, I feared success.
Is it like we guessed?
No, just darkness.
What?
I mean, yes.
I never thought words would result in reality blurred.
How much was overheard?
Enough to make death preferred.
Could you have been deterred?
I just flew like a bird.
No, your caged, interred!
Don't be absurd.
What?
I didn't say a word.
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