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A semicolon is a piece of punctuation used when an author chooses to continue the sentence even though they could end it with a full stop easily. Therefore, the semicolon is used as a symbol of suicide awareness- the choice to keep writing your life's sentence until it comes to a conclusion. I believe in you no matter what difficulties you're facing. Keep writing your story. It will be worth it; I promise.
A mark that an author uses to end their story but chooses not to, A reference for someone who wants to end their life but chooses not to, A person who reminds the someone to just keep going. If you have no other reason to stay on earth let me give you a reason, Don’t end your story, write it and keep writing it. Write what you would want to read, Write what you would want your parents, children, and siblings to read. There is something or someone being your semicolon because you’re still here, so stay and keep writing your story. Be someone’s reason to live. Remind them their life on earth matters and to keep going. Reminders are free and lives are priceless. 💙
We were both writers. You with a fountain pen and moleskin notebook I with anything I could scrawl on -tears always just at the edges of me and in this way we began to author our life together. We put pen to paper that first night drunk on gas station liquor and on not feeling so alone. Our hungry bodies filled page after page with what I would come to believe would be my magnum opus.
In your wedding vows you said that we would “work together to fill the pages with conflict, desire, pain and all that makes life real so that we can appreciate all that makes life good” You were not much of a co-author though preferring instead to write alone at night while I slept How many times did I revisit a previous chapter only to find that you had introduced a new character or a dark and bizarre plot twist without my knowledge? Eventually these discoveries would become as predictable as the indignant denials eventual apologies and promises that would always follow them
lather, rinse, repeat
Over years these edits and additions would knock the air from my lungs completely shaking my confidence as a writer. With cramping hands I would try to rewrite the bad parts though my scribble marks did little to mask the words beneath. Words that once had flowed as easily and copiously as I had for you now came only in fits and starts each new chapter torn from the bones of my bones. How many times did the ten eyes we wrote in watch as writers block turned to writers rage producing furious missives that would tear holes in pages without warning? Still even as my teeth-torn hands turned arthritic I couldn’t seem to just put down the ******* pen Because it was our story and because I loved it and because I loved us and because I loved you.
I ended our story with a semicolon Its already faded form staring up from my ring finger a reminder that I could have chosen to end my story but didn’t. You once told me that a good author always employs irony and I have always been a better writer than you’ve given me credit