I could dip under the surface and sink to the bottom, struggling to hold my last breath until I have no choice but to inhale lake water. I could let it fill my lungs. I could let the last signs of me be bubbles containing my very last breath. They would reach the surface and pop, allowing the wind to carry the air away. I could die right here and find peace. The option brings me relief. It’s an option I shouldn’t think about, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about death more than once a day. But I won’t succumb to the negative when I have a fresh start in life. I have a lot of hurdles
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