Maybe alone in our den or living room watching some TV. or on the couch having a snooze from the booze we downed while acting the clown at some boring party.,
The bathroom is a common place to be found, sinking under the water, turned red after slitting our wrist with the razor we found lying around the bottom shelf of our messed up medicine cabinet.
Or the last desperate act to swallow all those sleeping pills kept hidden, stacked in a special place, locked up tight near our bed that help us fight off those demons running loose in our head.
Maybe in our Cadillac or Benz parked in the multiple car garage, gassed by the fumes we let loose from our muffler tail pipe at last.
Or hanging from the rafters naked, except for the noose swinging us gently, while the air around us soaks in the odor we now leave lingering there.
Let this be a warning to us all, who wonder and give thought, to where will we be found.
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