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I’m hard to kill
I know, I’ve tried
Once, twice,
Five times or so,
Not in a row though.

Is it the committment I lack?
Or have I not the weapons to attack
The silly starry-eyed hope
Glowing dully in my core?

This is not me being morose,
Nor a piteous wail to be held close.
This is me trying to decide
Why the end should be suicide
On the installment plan?
Living the lie each new sunrise
With a cliffhanger end each bedtime night.

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