“The point is whether you, yourself, want to die.”
“I don’t know what to else to do.” The truth comes rattling to the surface…I don’t know anymore. I’ve been working so hard to disappear that right now, at this moment, I can’t imagine succeeding. And I can’t image deciding not to. I only know this is way of being, not quite alive, not quite dead. Not quite. “There’s nothing else to do.”
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