Easy Way Out

How dare you look at me and mutter the words "kill yourself".
How dare you ask me why I bother to keep living.
You think it's that easy?
You think I'll just flee?
I must keep going.
I must remain here.
You think I'm that lucky?
You think I could have the privilege of death?
How dare you think I'm worthy of taking the easy way out.
How dare you give me the thought that I deserve to escape the cruelty of this world.

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