I am 11 years old and i know i am going to die, you can try to talk me out of it, hell if you make me find a reason to live then i won’t jump of the 17 floor roof terrace. You know what, i’m scared, terribly terribly scared. Do you know why, because after death there is nothing, nothing at all! Just a bleak empty nothingness, I hope there is something after death. I wish with all my heart that there is something after death, but sadly there is nothing. This is me, signing off, maybe someone will read this and care, hell, i hope someone will talk me out of it cause I am scared. Wait, there is something that is quite funny, i am going to kill myself in the place i love the most….. New York City, Manhattan. This is a goodbye to all, and I, a 11 year old boy am signing off for the last time. Goodnight to all and to all a goodnight!
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