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    dots Submission Name: Suicide note.dots
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    Author: Orin
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    This is a suicide note,

    And as I sit here, choking down my last breath, I understand it now. Things are never how we want them to be.

    4 hours ago, I took some pills...I thought it would be better this way. No more work, no more relationships, no more money, just...nothing to worry about.

    I was wrong...

    I want all those things. I want to worry about them. Now that it's too late, it's starting to become clear that that's what makes our lives worth living. The constant struggle. The fight against complacency. We don't live to avoid death, we live to enjoy every moment before it comes for us. I wish I knew that earlier, when I thought that it wouldn't really matter. That everything in my life sucks.

    In the last 4 hours I've thought of everything I won't have to deal with anymore, and everything I will never experience again. I will never listen to music, or drive my car, or kiss or hug the one I love, or play videogames or rant about trivial crap that makes me angry. I will never see the sun set again. I will never get to pet a cute fuzzy kitten. I will never drink another cup of coffee or smoke another cigarette.

    I will never again write a suicide note, so I hope I got this one right.

    I love you.




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      I think this is why most people are still alive. People aren't afraid of death, they are afraid of missing life. This reminds me of a lot of people I know. So many people tell me that they are contimplating suicide and after they talk to me about it I realize how afraid they are of regretting what they wouldn't have...and that's why they are still alive.

    Anyways great poem!

    ```Chrissy```
    | Posted on 2006-10-22 00:00:00 | by XxXPromiseMeXxX | [ Reply to This ]
      I hjave never discovered a suicide note so i have no idea what it feels like to find one, I have however, written one and i re-read them a few weeks ago and all I could think about was had I actually gone through it, how much more pain would I have caused.

    im glad that this is not about you personally. i really liked reading it because it again made me thankful that i am alive and living in this world even if it is a bit [censored]ed up at the moment
    | Posted on 2006-10-09 00:00:00 | by babytinkerbelle | [ Reply to This ]
      Death is so interesting a topic, it's interesting to see it presented t his way. I hope I am never to be the first the discover a suicide note. That would be horrible to know that you've done something irreversible to die, like jumping off a building and on the way down thinking, "Oops. Well, now that I think about it, I don't really want to die. I'm sure I can put up with–" SMACK. . . . a little longer....
    yeah that stinks.

    "I will never again write a suicide note, so I hope I got this one right."

    That was a good part.
    | Posted on 2006-10-08 00:00:00 | by LucyDiamond | [ Reply to This ]
      Nice. You tackle a great theme, here. It reminds me of a story by Neil Gaiman, in which they're talking about Death, and how without all of the [censored]ty stuff that happens to us during the course of life, we would never know when the good stuff came. The bad amplifies the good, and makes it that much more meaningful. The content is bittersweet,which is refreshing. There is a good message here, and I am glad that the character within the story has had this realization, but it is sad that this had to happen for the epiphany to occur. The last line is chilling, and really drives the point home. Excellent work,
    HWKI
    | Posted on 2006-10-07 00:00:00 | by HWKI | [ Reply to This ]


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