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Same routine everyday.
Life went on. Whether I was alive or dead.
Everyone went on.
I made no difference.
I didn't even know what I was still doing here.
I stayed in my room for an entire week.
Books and papers I'm supposed to complete kept stacking up like walls around my bed.
Before my attempt the only thing that kept me going was sleep.
That's the reason I actually attempted suicide. Because my only peace was sleep. And I wanted it forever.
I guess it was too good to be true.
When I was asleep, I wasn't sad or happy or anything. And that's the way I liked it.
I was nothing. I felt nothing.
Now, I couldn't sleep anymore.
What do you do when the only thing that kept you sane is gone.
The only thing worse than death is insanity.
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Beneath the Earth
Viễn tưởngI don't remember. That's all I could think of over and over again as I stared at the sickly white cieling of my bedroom. I don't remember a thing. Sprawled on the bed. Blankets on the floor. Pillows all around. I don't remember why I did it except t...
