"There was a certain beauty in knowing that I was dying. Knowing that soon, I would have nothing to worry about; no fears or trepidation, no meaning-of-life sized puzzles to keep me up at night. There would be no more nights for me, as this would be my last. And there was an eerie comfort in that. No moments of indecision, no mistakes, no second guessing. I would jump, and it would end. The constant noise, swirls of consciousness from minds not my own, would become a deafening silence that no one alive would hear. Yes, I would end it tonight, under the crystal sky and the moon so bright I could almost see my empty soul reflected in its surface. Here with the icy water bellow, everything would end."
~ January of 2006
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