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I walked in last night
I had an epiphany
I looked at my friends
I felt so alone; so sad
It was to be over
This has to end
So I nodded and smiled; A good politician
I felt so insignificant and so insecure
I felt bad and said I was sorry
I never told them why
I told my friends I loved them
I told them I would die for them
I said I would stay sober
So I could do this with a clear head
It was logical and methodical
Planned and ready
Then things went wrong
I became drunk and made my way home
Heavily inebriated, and not too sturdy,  I fell
Cold and solid, shining like a beacon to the other side
A definite correction to the dilemma at hand
Blade to wrist, I fell
Blade to wrist,I slept
Clutching the security of cold steel
and when morning came I awoke
I had an epiphany.