What if you fall firther than you flew? If you try to climb out, but you get buried first? So, I never understood suicide. But I understood it last night. I understand the hopelessness, the exhaustion, the nausea from all the turbulence and heavy breaths. I understood that telling someone it always gets better is jist a reminder of how bad it's been and how bad it can get again but please, for the love of God or whatever you do or don't believe in, please don't.
Please live, please
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