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Please, Don't

Some people despair, consider suicide, but, please, don't, because warm creamed coffee would no longer deliciously go down your throat, you'd miss songbirds at dawn in concert, a baby's delighted cooing, soft freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that melt in your mouth, your child's artwork on the refrigerator, comforting a bereaved friend, the aroma of a newly mowed lawn, the scent of honeysuckle courted by bees, the sound of the ocean when you put a seashell to your ear, walking through your neighborhood in October, with childhood memories of burning leaves in autumns past, sipping cold cide