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I was alarmed as nobody paid attention to me: if there was a Plan B - it was to die - dramatically. A hangman’s halter I took to  swing snapped and failed my neck to wring. Then I drank of hemlock deep: all it did was make me sleep. Wide awake I’d somehow made it back I laid me down  on a railway  track Alas! never once was I alerted all trains had been diverted. It seemed a good idea to me to drown myself in the Dead Sea: buoyant in such drink, I did not think no swimmer  there is known to sink From a high rise parapet I dropped over and landed in a cushioned bed of clover. I tried to cut my jugulars  but By Heck! the blade was blunt and just grazed my neck. A contract killer - hired off the shelf - took the money then shot himself after stating though he’s willing I was not worth the killing. By now getting frantic on the internet I met a tantric guru whose advised me tarry “All I needed was to marry… …It is a kind of death, all  near and dear pity you - but it’s clear you get everybody’s attention and in obituaries never a mention”. . Tobias
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
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I was alarmed as nobody paid attention to me: if there was a Plan B - it was to die - dramatically. A hangman’s halter I took to  swing snapped and failed my neck to wring. Then I drank of hemlock deep: all it did was make me sleep. Wide awake I’d somehow made it back I laid me down  on a railway  track Alas! never once was I alerted all trains had been diverted. It seemed a good idea to me to drown myself in the Dead Sea: buoyant in such drink, I did not think no swimmer  there is known to sink From a high rise parapet I dropped over and landed in a cushioned bed of clover. I tried to cut my jugulars  but By Heck! the blade was blunt and just grazed my neck. A contract killer - hired off the shelf - took the money then shot himself after stating though he’s willing I was not worth the killing. By now getting frantic on the internet I met a tantric guru whose advised me tarry “All I needed was to marry… …It is a kind of death, all  near and dear pity you - but it’s clear you get everybody’s attention and in obituaries never a mention”. . Tobias
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79/M/English
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
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