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And I ask myself ¿where I come from?

and thoughts start bouncing in my head from bone to bone,

killing all the soft existence,

so I feel the emptiness of this living,

the death stands upon my shoulders without answer,

then I turn my sight,

I see their faked happiness not knowed by them,

and again a question ¿its really a purpose?,

they start looking at me like a freak,

I feel so numb

the sounds breaking my skin,

the sights arrasing my soul and what remains of my body,

I decided to kill everyone i ever knew,

everyone who saw me,

everyone who crossed my path any time,

the time is over,

there's no answer,

no purpose,

it seems he doesnt exists,

I'm falling out in vacum,

the death... my platonic lover finally arrived....

- I crashto the groun at 150Km/h and my life didn't pass by -

¿is this the end?
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does he know? do they know? do you know? suicide...

Contributed by luischahin on Friday, 14th November 2003 @ 12:45:42 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

And I ask myself ¿where I come from?

and thoughts start bouncing in my head from bone to bone,

killing all the soft existence,

so I feel the emptiness of this living,

the death stands upon my shoulders without answer,

then I turn my sight,

I see their faked happiness not knowed by them,

and again a question ¿its really a purpose?,

they start looking at me like a freak,

I feel so numb

the sounds breaking my skin,

the sights arrasing my soul and what remains of my body,

I decided to kill everyone i ever knew,

everyone who saw me,

everyone who crossed my path any time,

the time is over,

there's no answer,

no purpose,

it seems he doesnt exists,

I'm falling out in vacum,

the death... my platonic lover finally arrived....

- I crashto the groun at 150Km/h and my life didn't pass by -

¿is this the end?

Copyright Â© luischahin ... [ 2003-11-14 12:45:42]
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Re: does he know? do they know? do you know? suicide... (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Saturday, 15th November 2003 @ 03:57:25 AM AEST
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Our brains are incredibly powerful
and we have as yet only a glimmering of where they can take us.
If we do not control and direct them
they will direct us
just as yours is doing.

The happy person enjoying life
is the individual with interests
occupations, obsessions, for which
there are not enough hours in the day
to satisfy the need

Much of my life has been totally occupied with research and development
hobbies, sports, home and family.
I have built boats, yachts, gliders,model railways, written books, poems, enjoyed exploring..........and so on and so on.....

Never had much time to let the mind wander
into insanity. Perhaps I was already there on times.

Yesterday I watched a tiny spider, almost too small to see, weave a web between two beams in my shed. You could get several million brains of his size into mine and yet his could manufacture sophisticated chemicals of incredible strength and weave them into a complicated structure. I don't think suicide even crossed his mind.

You have tremendous power and potential if you apply and direct your capabilities. Why don't you use it instead of letting your imagination just run away with you?

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