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Suicide is a way of life for the unlucky chosen few. It's part of the mind that thinks benign,  its confined to your most personal thought processes. It can take control in the blink of an eye, during that time it possesses. You'll never know or understand the reasons to make that decision. It's like lifes combined tragedy heartbreak collision. You start to envision with the incision that could end it tragically. Clinically and chemically our minds not right, it's all we can do apologetically. Be slow to place shame on that broken heart, who's mind couldnt take how life falls apart lost and alone becoming a travesty.