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by IntoDarkness

Put it in your mouth if a statement needs to be said, but bring it to the side of your head if you truly want to be dead When I press this gun to my head is it an act of cowardice or is it courageous? I can't pull the trigger when my mind has gone red; only negative thoughts running through my head. I didn't even write my letter what would even be the header? I'm sorry mom the last one has left the nest, Just not like the rest. He couldn't fly with a broken mind he fell and died. A suicide. I'm sorry but the truth is, I have always wanted to die
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Mar 6, 2021
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Was very suicidal for a while. Wrote this during a week where I played russian roulette every day.

Still here.

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#suicide#depression
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