I will never understand suicide.
I'm not even sure why I wanted to share this, but something about it stung and just makes me wonder. Because there was also the performance art by Chris Burden in 1971 called Shoot, in which Burden was shot in the arm by an assistant from 15 feet away. Where does art end and something else begin?
And how can we keep things like this young man's death from happening? Nineteen years old. That was me two years ago.
I send everyone affected love and strength.
I don't know why I needed to share this. But I did.
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