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[serai]

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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

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[yeuxdebleu.livejournal.com]

I knew he'd had problems with alcohol and drug addictions, but I didn't know about the clinical depression. That can definitely trigger feelings of hopelessness and thoughts of suicide.