You literally tell me every day: •You’re “not long” for this world •you’re not happy/content to do even the bare minimum to continue to live. • by the time I get you, your state of mind is I’ve literally given up and want to die. So you want me to help you kill yourself and what do I get out of this exactly? I’m supposed to just be in limbo indefinitely with you? Until you figure it out? Or…
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