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i need to kill myself, M.T.

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and one day a cool breeze will brush past your face, and you will let out a breath that feels like you had been holding it in for centuries. Then the grief will pour out of you; the pain your bones had grown weary of dragging will finally spill, and you will cry until language abandons you. You will wail like a newborn child robbed of the safety of their mothers womb. And afterwards the world will still be there, that breeze will pass through another, the trees will continue to sway, and you, at last, will feel lighter with the weight of all you could not fix finally lifted from your heart.