The Suicide Pact (ACROSTIC)

You have to say the word thirteen in front of every line for it to make sense

Times I've though about death,
Hours until my last breath.
Individuals waiting to go,
Rusty blades in the white snow.
Tears that never fall,
Eyes dark and regretful.
Equal spaces of land,
No ones buried by hand.

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