Just a rope... could solve all problems before the next blink falls! But... what would become then of this faithful neck of mine?! If only I had a pistol in hand, my finger wouldn't tremble even for a moment while making myself happy! But... those splattered bloodstains on the wall— who will wipe them away?! Just like in stories and films... I too could take that longed-for sip from the cup of poison. But... could this shaky stomach of mine bear such weight?! Let's say, from atop some high mountain eyes closed, without giving a single thought a second chance in my head... I leaped; to find release! But... this lifelong fear of heights— would it let me go free so easily?! What a life this is! Agony to live, agony to die!
Death Too When Difficult
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