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Everybody leaves
Some because they had no hope,
some just had no choice.
When we kill ourselves, it’s not that we’re weak or that death seems easy. We fight, fight hard everyday to stay, to face life. But sometimes the demons inside are too strong. Our strength is not enough. No one knows how bravely we fought. Our successful suicide demanded a plan, the opportunity and a cool mind to go ahead. Yet even in death we are criticised. Called cowards so that everyone can avoid the soul searching, avoid the blame for everything endured.
When we die suddenly while doing routine mundane things, its even more curious and confusing. We all know our time is limited. Eventually all of us are going to end up under a sheet, never to wake up. Yet the surprise of the suddenness baffles us. The endless what ifs, hows, whys, come haunting in endless loops.
Life ends, what remains is how we lived.
