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RE: Something that doesn't break me open

in #suicide6 years ago

What gives me comfort is knowing that there is no after-life. Death is rather final. No sight, no sound, no taste, no smell, no thought being processed by the brain. I have lost far to many friends and relatives to know that I have to keep going on, regardless.

Nothing is permanent. Make your time count.

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Sometimes there is nothing to count but the hours and minutes that pass too slow to mean anything more than time passing