Instinct

The more I write and work

The less likely I am to commit suicide

But does it change anything?

I have no idea

I am not vise nor smart

I just exist on the terms given to me

Some people can choose their destiny

I can´t

I am more like an ant

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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