Just a regular guy I woke up like anyone My bed felt warm I wanted to stay in but my back hurt I felt I was done Done with life, my spirit is gone. How come others are allowed to decide? Why can't I say: It's enough. Doc? My life isn't though. There's just nothing left to do My bucket list is empty. It's true. The world is a crowded place. I need space. Even with my head in the bag I keep breathing. How bad is that? Let's wrap up, finish this conversation. There are a million, no billion even trillion people waiting to I am not the one needing you. They can have my flat My furniture, use my bed The bike and neighbours are included If they ask you why Say I am just a regular guy. Nothing special but I had it, I am good. Here's my key and your fee I thank you in advance This is my ultimate chance I don't regret what I said. Know, no government needs to decide When I, the useless regular guy, should die. Please, be seated No need to walk me to the door A Merry Christmas to you all Goodbye to the 6th floor *21-12-2023* The photo was taken by me. https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wakeupkitty/EoGySnF7dFuAtDZDAEGxcQUvor4Q5S7whcUjiRiDnFBpPXxeGCMKW7QHBukJrCMYmFW.jpg)_The
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