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It cannot be described only imbibed through many sorrows and sorries until the pain recedes to numbness your compass points to death & you see the peace it brings the silence the darkness you make your mind up maybe not today or tomorrow but you know you're going to die by your own hand & you feel just a brief fleeting happiness ... that's the sound of suicide
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
The Sound
It cannot be described only imbibed through many sorrows and sorries until the pain recedes to numbness your compass points to death & you see the peace it brings the silence the darkness you make your mind up maybe not today or tomorrow but you know you're going to die by your own hand & you feel just a brief fleeting happiness ... that's the sound of suicide
//On anxiety, suicide, and darkness// Not in a good headspace right now. Thank you for your concerns, I just needed to vent this.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
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