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With each passing week the world gets heavier. Knees start to buckle underneath all the pressure. Lost in crazy thoughts of death and self-destruction. Only here out of a sense of guilt and obligation to my family. Because they deserve to be happy, and they deserve better. And the last time I tried I couldn't pull the ******* trigger. Coward. I can't allow myself to leave my parents mourning and so I sit and wait while the sand keeps on pouring. I'm just turning pages until I finish the last chapter of this story.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
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With each passing week the world gets heavier. Knees start to buckle underneath all the pressure. Lost in crazy thoughts of death and self-destruction. Only here out of a sense of guilt and obligation to my family. Because they deserve to be happy, and they deserve better. And the last time I tried I couldn't pull the ******* trigger. Coward. I can't allow myself to leave my parents mourning and so I sit and wait while the sand keeps on pouring. I'm just turning pages until I finish the last chapter of this story.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
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