Some look at this as a rebirth. Others a passing to the after life. And some think of it as an escape. There are the few of us alive to vouch for this, but i assure you dying is an escape for so many of us. I personally look for every option, but said title. Dying as an espace only places the pain you felt onto others. Onto everyone you knew.
Students who die. Leave an empty desk.
Children. Leave an the echoing sound of dying laughter.
Parents. A broken heart.
Lovers. A broken friend.
You. A broken reality for so many people.
Dying may be an escape, but it is an escape for cowards. You were given this life because you were strong enough to live it. Not waste it.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
