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A Message 4-D Sucidial

   There were times I'd sit on the corner of my bed,

in contemplation of being dead. That way it would all be over, and the weight of the world would

be off my shoulders.

     But with my 'short attention-span' I blinked, and in a moment of clarity I began to THINK;

" Two more rows " in the cornfield of life might one day give me less strife.