Should I End This?
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This is a story (autobiography) about what I felt EVERY SINGLE TIME I FEEL LONELY AND PROBLEMATIC.
I want to end my life but i don't know where to start or how to end my life without hurting myself, I always search in Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and Google about how to die painlessly.
I know... i know that I'm scared and coward. I'm scared of dying.
But why do I always feels empty and sad? why as I grow older I faced many problems in life and it's scared me, it scares on the thought that this problems will never end.
As I grow older problems will follow me like a vines that want to strangle and drawn me.
And me I am living in this world with full of negativity.
I just living in this two face reality where, I also learn to hide my pain and face the everyday life with smiling mask.
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