When you’ve decided to die,
you spend no second living.
Life is useless to you,
you’d spend as little time as possible,
living to die.
Any method you choose,
has got to be effective.
There’s nothing worse,
then a failed suicide attempt.
Except ofcourse,
several.
Build the anger, the sorrow,
imagine the things that hurt you,
and start.
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