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DoomCry
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- Mar 5, 2025
- 52
All the people we've lost—friends, family, those who left too soon…
Part of me hopes there's a place where we can find them again, hold them one more time, say everything we never had the chance to say.
But then the doubt creeps in.
What if, by choosing to leave—by making that final, desperate choice—we're condemned to never see them again?
What if suicide separates us from them forever, sending us to an empty place, a locked room where we burn alone, with no comfort, no voice, no way back?
Doesn't that thought scare you?
Doesn't it haunt you, the idea of losing everything forever, right when all you wanted was peace?
I carry that fear with me.
And sometimes, it's the only thing that keeps me here."
Part of me hopes there's a place where we can find them again, hold them one more time, say everything we never had the chance to say.
But then the doubt creeps in.
What if, by choosing to leave—by making that final, desperate choice—we're condemned to never see them again?
What if suicide separates us from them forever, sending us to an empty place, a locked room where we burn alone, with no comfort, no voice, no way back?
Doesn't that thought scare you?
Doesn't it haunt you, the idea of losing everything forever, right when all you wanted was peace?
I carry that fear with me.
And sometimes, it's the only thing that keeps me here."