Some think that killing yourself is just suicide. It's also a kill. I have a lot of confusion on its meaning, suicide. Suicide awareness is a motionless statement. It freezes me into a state meant to be understood. I don't have a guesstometer on my life, all is up to living, called life. Actors, dancers, gay people, the rich and famous. Do they ever think about it? I'm calling the spit. Today society is chosen. Only for one reason, I don't know yet. Bully, friend or foe, what you see, is what you get. SUICIDE, it's really met.
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