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We don't know how to swim, but I'm already sinking deeply.
Maybe I can leave you so that I can also save myself and lift myself from the heaviness I feel, which was never my responsibility to carry anyway.
Pull the trigger, let the bullets fly,
or slit thy throat, or neck—
give me peace of mind,
or I'll give you a piece of my mind.

What if a tight rope will be in my neck,
since it fits in me?
Or what if I jump on top of the building?
What if I run away from my life,
run away from everything?

— The End —