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I chose the rope.
I mean, that's what they always choose . I suppose it's a tradition.
It's tragic. How quickly a life can start and end. A sense of beauty is created in every life, and destroyed in every death.
However I don't consider this a defeat. More like my own personal victory.
'Keeps smiling, the pain ends'
'Nothing bad lasts forever'
'Everyday you beat your personal record of survival"
Bullshit.
Social media is a developed concept designed to cloud our better judgement and fill our minds with this false sense of 'hope'.
Hope makes us strong. Hope guides our way. Hope keeps us a live.
Well I say hope is for the week.
Why hope that the pain will end when you can end it all in a heartbeat. Well, if we're talking literally, without a heartbeat.
Hope is just another four letter word for; Fear. Pain. Loss. Hate.
It's an enemy which must be eliminated. For as we all know, rope rhymes with hope.
Hey, this is a really short update but I wanted to let you know that this fanfic will continue and I will update more frequently.
Let me know I'd anyone likes this?
Thanks x
