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Suicide How can I be asking this question at this moment? Where went the guts that were having a feast in mind several hours ago? I thought the execution was as easy as having the thought in the first place. All bark and no bite.... Never mind. I have to do something, and I have to do it now. I can't really tell if my options were increasing or not. Should I summon the exiled courage to get this over with, or should I take another toll of my anger and choose another medium of peace for my flesh? Should I let my empty for mama's past, present and future  win over my frustrations that seemed eternal? At this juncture, I discovered the unlimited ability of the brain. My thoughts had travelled, camped and even built mansions from end to end. Why now? Why this! Why that! I was the one asking the questions that I'm to answer. I may not be giving the answers, but I know for sure that my zeal to die has not been overcame by other thing; be it sympathy or empathy. Now it...

What a smile she gave to me; As charming as a spell I had to return the favour Of course I couldn't do less I was admiring through the window And her persistent stare was reciprocating Why the stare? I don't know! But it's alright; I'm not complaining No doubt she has a brooder And he's doing a great job You may never find such beauty At least not not here on earth . Her beauty has made my day I would approach her and say Roses are red,violets are blue  Sweetheart you're rare, I tell you the truth I'll take many pictures of you I'll write songs about you I'll talk about your gorgeous petals For flowers I know, are not this fair