I could not do for Fear of Life.
That I was, and could be,
this was my greatest downfall.
This was the crux of my suicide,
that I would survive to live
and thus to pain and loss.
If before I knew only the Fear
of Youth and Early Death
this has changed to love
of self, of the earthly ethereal.
Like an Easter morning,
this is me risen all the same.
There is no healing
without some hurt.
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