Not many people have the misfortune of seeing a dead body at my age. I didn't know the man, but he lived just down the street. The man had hanged himself. He had taken a rope, set it in a noose around a tree, climbed up a ladder, slipped his head through the loop, then knocked the ladder out from under him. And he so he hung. It was only pure chance that I saw him.
Yet, for some strange reason, he had saved my life in a way. No matter what your situation, suicide can never help. It doesn't make a problem go away. It doesn't save anyone any trouble. It just makes you dead.
His story was over. And in a way, so was mine.
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Genç KurguThere is a time in life that we all go through. Those that don't are fooling themselves. It starts with the letter D, and ends with an N. It can come up multiple times, sometimes within a year of each spike. And sometimes it never goes away... This...
