death, but run headlong towards it, ending themselves before it is necessary. They can’t help it. The sidewalks and the faces and the useless conversations just become too much. Hail to these admirable saints!
I, myself, fit somewhere in between these two attitudes. I have feared death as much as those church dwelling innocents, but have wanted it as much as those bleak, angelic suicides.
This led me to the one choice I have been attempting to describe, the one choice I managed so perfectly to execute on that single day. No trace, no questions, no regret.
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