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Do you know the value of life?
You don't but you do
Deep inside
Who do you think you work for to learn how to walk?
Who do you think you work for when you take good grades in an exam?
Who do you think you try to work for each and every day,waking up and going back to sleep even though so many people, so many things,so many moments let you down?betray you?make you so weak,that you scream and run wild inside?
And yet you find this glimpse of hope or a ray of motivation which you hold onto.tight.not letting it go.never.
The answer is you!
Yourself!
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So tell me again why you value life?why YOU value YOUR life more than anything?
You may say that you value others more than yourself but isn't there a little box labelled as 'i love myself' in a corner..hidden away.
You may find it when in a situation where your life is on the line.
How you gasp and laugh and clutch your heart saying 'omg that was so close' when missed by an inch from a car accident, proves it.
So just imagine how in the world a person could ever take their own life when you value YOUR life more than anything or anyone?!
They have gone through and endured something or someone that made them so unhappy so miserable and so dark that they didn't know how to escape it other than taking their own life.
Imagine the mentality of a person who has woken up in the morning and had breakfast and did their day today's things,met friends and family and then go home and hang themselves.
Imagine the mentality of a person who plans his or hers way of ending their own life.
Just to forget.to escape.to be free.
Tell me how pain led you to do that?
Tell me how desperate you felt of leaving everyone and everything you love to escape your past,your present or your future...
Tell me how?
Is it the only way you could escape whatever it was haunting you?
Is it that painful?
So so painful that it gave you miraculous power and guts to end your own life when others are trying to be immortal.
I can't call you a coward
I can't call you a hero
Maybe a fallen hero...
A fallen hero who won his own battle by ending it all.To be free.the ultimate price of freedom.
Even though I write for you and imagine..imagine the immense pain,loneliness,hatred,anger,sadness..I can't.I just can't imagine it because I value my life so much that I can't even imagine myself committing suicide.
I pray for these fallen heroes.
And the heroes who are at the brink of winning their battles by ending it all.
I pray that you would find that glimmer of hope or that ray of motivation...and try your best to hold on,and become a super hero.
It feels heavy,dark and weak, and to fall in the end to lose it all.
But I pray for you to wake up and go to bed thinking just one more day..and may the heavens and angels or anyone or anything do something to change your mind.
I know it's hard.that it feels impossible.but believe me miracles do happen.
So I pray that you'd be a miracle super hero.win life.win pain.win weakness.win loneliness.win your own strength and despair that led you to the end of the precipice.
Be your own Hero!
Become your own miracle!
And tell the Grim reaper "not today".
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