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The end

I am too scared to admit that the thought of ending it all have crossed my mind and ending it seems so much easier than to push through. I am scared to say it out loud coz then some of you might try and get me help, but what can therapy really do? 
Tell me that I am not the only one who go through shits? yeah, no shit... I am quite aware of that. Perhaps I am too weak unlike any of you who survive despite the hardships the world throws at you.
Don't you try and be the hero on this. 
Tf can they really do? Get me Anti-depressants? Drugging me isn't gonna solve the actual problem would it? 
The temporary high might cloud my mind from reality but when I get back my sense of clarity, it's still going to be there. 
The endless darkness ahead.
I don't want help, not the kind you think I need. I don't want to talk about it, I don't even have the energy to fight, just let me be... in silence...Let me be - to drown myself until I am consumed and finished by it.


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