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I thought, back then, that suicide would be a great finale act to end the magic show of life. Drive a sword down your throat; the audience watching in horror and wonder. Stepping inside a box, closing it, and once it’s reopened, the whole world will wonder how you’re gone. 
Now you see me. Now you don’t. Leave them in an illusion; have a cruel play on their feelings.

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