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Death


Do you ever just want to be dead?

... I do. 

Often.

 

But, I don't want it to be my fault.

I see how much it would hurt them now.  

 

There was a time I didn't know that though ..

.. and now..

 

Now 

 

I wish 

I had

Succeedded 

Back then.

 

But, I didn't.

So now I'm looking for a new solution...

 

 

 

 

 

I can't find one.

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