Sometimes I wonder why it is I'm still alive. After all the things I've done to myself over the years, I am amazed that I'm still around. There are times when I just wonder why it is I'm still alive, not because of the things I've done to myself but more because of the thing I couldn't do. I've heard it called "the cowards way out", I disagree completely, but what if you don't have the balls to take "the cowards way out"? What does that make you, or more to the point me? Something less than a coward? Not brave enough for cowardice? I don't know, and sometimes I don't care.
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