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What is the reason in life?
Everything ends always.
Always ceasing to exist;
Never to return.

Why continue to suffer,
When the end can be made so near?
Made nearer to the end,
By one's own hand.

Just a single choice can change all,
Even this constant suffering inside.
End the suffering;
End life and all.

What is there to look forward to?
More suffering? More hate?
Why continue,
Continue in hell?

So little reason to press on;
So easy to end the torment.
Now it is time;
Self-righteous suicide.
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