tomorrow

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"We live to die. What's the point to continue?" Those words came from the mouth of that hurt soul not wanting to live. We are going to die, we live to die. If you quit living now what happens tomorrow? The people that did care that you looked over are crying, holding your dead, cold body. When they consider your eyes, your soul is gone; your eyes are now emotionless. Your body is pale and cold as ice to the touch. You don't move not even a small movement of your chest rises because not even a single faint breath is left in your lungs. They shake you hoping maybe you're just asleep. They feel up and down your body hoping to find a pulse hoping maybe you're alive. You're not though. What happens tomorrow? People start planning your funeral. You're sent to a morgue and they prepare you for your coffin and wake. Now a mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, son, aunt, uncle, cousin, or maybe even a friend now must pick the perfect outfit for you to be dead in. Now picture this, feel this. See yourself in that coffin see yourself in your best clothes. How do you feel? How do you feel looking around that room where everyone that truly did care, even if that's one or many people, how do you feel putting them through that? They are now seeing what could have been their last resort of peace, of family dead. Because you gave yourself an only option when there was so many that you avoided. Now fast forward a few months later that person, those people you left behind is going through the same lonely feeling that you couldn't handle anymore. What if they decide to end their life too? Just like you did. What if they give up and they think, "We live to die. What's the point?" Now you are putting them through the same mental state you couldn't handle, plus they have the death of someone close adding on top of that. Now more people are going to have to go through grief and the pain keeps adding on. What makes you think they can carry on? Now I want you to go back before the death of your short-lived story and now think, what happens tomorrow?

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