I envy people who died.
They had already completed its task in this world
They have enjoying their happiness in this world
or rather
They had put an end to their suffering over the world, I do not know.
But...
At least they will no longer hear people talking about them,
They will not hear the words that they have brought shame on their families,
They would not have heard it said that what they did, a great sin
They would not have heard that they are people who failed and useless.
Yes.
I envy people who died
I'm jealous of people who died
I wish I could choose when I die
and how I was going to die.
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