that’s just it.
when the quality of life
becomes so diminished
that existence itself
becomes prohibitive
when hope is no longer
an option
a privilege
a choice
when the only thing
allowing for continued existence
are dissociative mechanisms
which have reached such a point
in their pathology
that it bastardizes
every tool
with which one needs to simply function
at the most fundamental level.
all one can do
is to not.
to not live.
i need to die.
but i do not want to die.
this much is absolute.
[image credit: František Kobliha]
Max, or Not 
You’ve got a gentle way of stating things.
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Something so many are talking about yet you execute it better than most. The format, the word choice. And it’s not preachy, as I think I make the mistake of doing sometimes, just a really moving description. Thank you.
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Such a deep sentiment, of the struggles to survival, something that all of us can relate to…
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