“At this point, I can’t even feel a thing...”

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Every day we put a mask on. We choose what the mask is, sometimes it fits how we really feel, sometimes it doesn’t. We may say we don’t wear masks, but we do it to show the world that we’re okay. That we’re tough. That we can handle anything.

Even though we know that’s far from the truth.

It feels like we can be accepted and lived if we show people the version of ourselves that they want to see. But doing that day by day, week by week for months. It becomes tiring. It begins to make us want to unload our burden. To let go.

That time has come. If I make that decision, then I say goodbye to mortality, and to this world. If I don’t...

....then I’ll see you tomorrow.

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⚠️ Content Warning: May mention suicidal thoughts, death, and gore. ⚠️

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