I have a rope downstairs
I could wring it round my neck
I have some pills by my bed
It'd be a quick and easy death
I could go and buy some duct tape
Wrap it tightly round my face
Cut off all circulation, and
Fall into death's embrace.
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"Have you considered suicide?"
"Of course not, why would I?"
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