I have contemplated my suicide everyday for three years, every since the depression started in. I have never had the audacity to go through with it because one thing motivated me to keep on living: hope. Hope that one day my life might get better or I would have a successful future; things like that. And then? I started feeling like the world had drained me of everything I had and I was falling; falling into something so deep that I would never, could never get back up again. And right before my eyes the string of hope that I had held on so tightly; snapped. Right in half.All Rights Reserved
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