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Suicide

by @natasja-raven

You think I romanticise suicide? That I can find glory in death? You're wrong. I don't hope for romance, there is no romance in laying six feet deep. Being defeated by your own mind holds no glory, there is no pride in suicide. You say... Get over it. You can fight this. It's only in your mind. And you're right. It's only im my mind so stop telling me how I feel. So shut up. I know it's weak. Selfish... but it is my choice. I know you think it's a choice to be happy. If it was did you really think I would choose this? sadness pain depression Suicide Trying to write a goodbye. Wondering about the music for my funeral. Suicide I'm always scared but fighting. I am weak but never giving up. Never giving in. I don't think this is fun. This is suicide your talking about. No romance. Empty of joy and glory. Suicide. A way out.
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Feb 8, 2016
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