"Here, life."
"Are you thinking of suicide?"
"No I just mean clear my mind, cool off."
"Well, when you get done come back in."
"okay"
"Tris, I have one question."
"Okay?"
"Do you think suicide is always the answer?"
"Do you want the truth or a lie?"
"Truth."
"Maybe, I don't want to say the truth."
"Well, you asked."
"Okay, not always, sometimes, but not always."
"Why?"
"Because, somethings you just can't handle anymore, and the only way to get rid of them is to die or get killed."
"Do you always feel like that?"
"Not always."
"Sometimes."
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