there is no wrong or right way to do it. sometimes living is just to heavy. sometimes just to stupid.
sometimes, dieing is relieve, sometimes is final freedom, sometimes it's a waste.
some people are missed, when gone. those are the ones that lived, those are the ones that actually died, and because of that, they never do. for those, i feel no sorrow, i just miss them.
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