So let me tell you, my choice is a choice I make to cross over into death in a way that will make me Perfect in life. There is no need for help because I did not call for it. Nor did I want you to help me. So go on with your life and once my picture appears in the obituaries, know that I chose it, and it's my fault, so give up on me, that why I can prove that no one else cares at all.
xxx
This is my silent suicide.
Stay strong, live thin, lovelies.
Yours Truly.
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