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In the night's darkest grasp, I thought of dying A world without room for me to breathe A space where my existence is unwanted, unneeded Tears fall like rain as I ponder death's release I wonder, will I find peace in the silence? Will my loved ones mourn my absence? Or will they move on, unscathed? Will someone cry beside my grave, or forget my name? These thoughts haunt me, a relentless echo A desperate search for answers, a longing to know If death is the key to happiness, or just an escape A permanent solution to a temporary pain