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The echo

The echo There is this echo, the echo of Satan inside of you, bellowing and seeking refuge, This thing is called suicide! the ghost of your own shadow pushing you towards self-homicide This thing must never be on life's travel guide. What pushed you towards such an abrupt decision? for which there is no likeable reason. No matter how hard it becomes in life, Suicide is akin to self-treason. Many do it because of mental illness. but I hope you people are getting some help somewhere, please! If not, then I am bowing down to you people on my knees. praying for your betterment, Some do it because of bullying and hate, but why so much disdain? And some victims are shrouding themselves in this sinful blanket of drugs and alcohol. Little do they know they are gradually sinking with their pensive thinking. instead of suffering from depression. Let's schedule yourself a mental health session. Your parents chose to give you this precious life. and you must know that there is always going to be fun and strife. You think you'll win by ending with a meagre rope, knife, or drug. Miserably, here your parents would be craving just a last hug. When you must meet such a life collision, give yourself a good vision. for which one day you'll be proud of having a valid reason by choosing life as a great decision!

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