12/23 I

It surprised me though. How easily, once I left home. Once I left my bedroom, I could hide my pain. You could never guess I spend two hours researching how to kill myself in the best possible way.
And how I still think about it. And all the methods, possibilities, budgets, pros and cons.
I wish dying was as easy as hiding myself is.

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