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Whenever I feel suicidal, I think of the people it would affect. Imagery of people laughing at my grave ensure, especially my enemies. It is usually enough to spur me on with the will to live, because damn it all, I am not going to let my enemies have the last laugh! I want to stay alive and plot their downfalls! I want to outlive them and get to spit on their graves!
I will not let them win.
That said and done, if by some bizzare circumstances I lose all hope, I would most probably choose hanging.
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