I SAT IN MY ROOM, FOR DAYS ON END, CONTEMPLATING WHETHER I SHOULD LIVE ANYMORE OR NOT. WHEN I FINALLY REACHED THE PEAK OF CONTEMPLATION, AND A STATE OF DEPRESSION AT ITS PUREST, I DECIDED THAT THE WRONG DECISION WAS RIGHT. I WAS GOING TO END MY LIFE. A GIRL SHOWED UP AT MY DOORSTEP AND TOLD ME THAT I SHOULDN'T DO THAT. IT WAS WRONG, SHE SAID. PEOPLE LOVE ME. I DIDN'T HER, BUT I'M STILL ALIVE, ARE'NT I? SOME SAY, IT WAS AN ACT OF GOD. I THINK IT WAS AN ACT OF LOVE, AND REMORSE ON MY PART.
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