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green's my colour.

[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.

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sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world

Last night we let Nothing speak. Last night was no movie, no image, a blank page. got so fucked up last night off zero drinks that i ended up making no actions, much to the embarrassment of no one, who wasn't there.

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