To Leave

I’d rather be dead now, than breathing today. Because we’re all going to die... anyway.

Everything we do in life, will fade away to nothing. So why not get it over with and end all our suffering?

When we enter the world we are innocent, we leave our life bitterly cursed. Bet, if we’re not alive anymore... how can it get any worse?

Everyone is born to die and will eventually cease to breathe. We don’t have to wait that long, we can kill ourselves and leave.

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