Wounds Behind Liz' Suicide Attempt

Wounds Behind Liz' Suicide Attempt

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Eliz was ready to leave the world that made her conscious that dying was the only escape. With her suicide letter on the table saying " Hi, it's Liz, I hope you'll realize after reading this message that I once exist. Even though I already convinced myself that I didn't, but please bear with me. I have many reasons on why I will do what I've planned to do. Understand that it was not anyone's fault. It was me being weak. It was me being a crybaby and I'm tired of tears. I'm tired of laughing when inside my soul wasn't aware what a genuine laugh feels like. What a hand trying to give a help, not the kind of help gentleman thing but the kind of help that showers words like 'The world needed you.' Perhaps with that single thing I can stay, but I learned that the earth will continue spinning on its own axis even without me, that the clock will always move its hand forward, I'm no special for it to pause. I learned that and I'm done learning. Have a good life. -Eliz" But her suicide turns out to be a failure. How can she live after that? When a lot of people saw her jumping off a bridge but a man came to stop her and held her hand. Probably she was all over the internet by that minute since a lot of people were capturing the event.
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