How easy it was to kill me.
A phone call, an appointment,
A man in white, some implements.
He didn't ask why, didn't want to see,
Just did his job professionally.
How easy it was to end my life.
No fuss, no mess,
No strain, no stress.
Like casually swatting a troublesome fly,
You decided, I had to die.
How Easy It Was
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