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The miles between your home and the lake,
Must have stretched beyond expectation,
Those many steps, the last you would take,
A lone walk toward merciful expiration.

Had you noticed the birds along the way?
Did their songs, if heard, slow your feet?
Or, did you hurry through that beautiful day,
Concerned your conviction may fleet?

Convicted you were, facing forever unknown,
You swallowed your pills and descended,
To the depths of relief, cold, quiet, alone.
At last, the agony ended.

While those you left ashore understood,
Their lives, without you, were never as good.