Maeve, we can't keep doing this". My mum's soft, kind words had no effect on my stone cold poker face."Doing what!, Mum". I replied. I was tired of this conversation before it even began."You know what... Maeve, you have to get better and want to live"."There's no use living mum". I was tired honestly, I just wanted to sleep and never wake up.My mum was near tears now as she grabbed my hands that were covered in bandages passionately. Actually I was in the hospital for the umpteenth time for attempted suicide and this time the doctors in charge of my case had put me under close watch upon discharge."Don't say that Maeve!, You were born a fighter. After all the things we went through together..., We can't end it like this". I was up to tears too, I was just tired of everything.She continued "I can
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