5 AM | kth ✔

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"Why? Why you had to kill yourself?"

"I couldn't handle myself... everything was suffocating... i could hear her voices every night... her sweet voice calling out my name for help... I was dying everyday..."

He said as he sobbed. My heart broke seeing him like that.

He didn't deserve it. No one did.

I could feel his fear... the very fear I used to feel when my parents died in an accident.

Their voices still rings through my ear.

Unknowingly I started to cry. His pain was so similar to mine.

But I couldn't be more suffered like him.

He was dead.

And I was alive.

We were still very different.