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A hundred times I wanted to kill myself, but always I loved life more. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts; is anything more stupid than choosing to carry a burden that really one wants to cast on the ground? to hold existence in horror, and yet to cling to it? to fondle the serpent which devours us till it has eaten out
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Life is so much more precious than you give it credit,
I'm guilty of it too.
But without you, I can't breathe or live,
without me, you can't live so we need eachother,
& I will do anything to make you feel better,
play date next saturday. I love you so much.
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