Posted to the FB - not sure if I agree with most. More than half did not suicide themselves.
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You have a real problem with this.. come at me bro
I’m busy fighting for my existence, and these mofos go about offing themselves. Who knew?
You’re not that fucking famous
This is exciting for me..lol
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. That I recognize aren’t suicides. At least in this forum of all places.
Sleep on it. You know I’m right.
Anything to add, Big Wheels?
Yes! There’s too many words
Suicide can happen to anyone. You can't do much about it, not many will even talk about it, why. When it happens, it's like death itself called their name. Voice in their head, depression, anger, eats, and then a moment of madness, the end. Sometimes there are no signs, or any signs are ignored. They often feel betrayed, or want to be held, but want to be left alone.
Fame is a mask. One face for the crowds another for the mirror.
But yes many there are conspiratorial. But I wouldn't put them all up as your topic. I dunno who they all are without looking them up. I doubt they all are suicides some simply excessed drugs, drink, crash, whatever. Perhaps not intentionally but the corner has to rule it wasn't murder.
The enemy wants this to happen. Don't do it, yet. Mount up for a fight, to the best of your ability, if we're going down, we're going down fighting together.
Have you heard, it's better not being here, do it. What is that? Death calling your name. It merges into your sorrow. Until that barrier prevents the counter force, any love, any other thoughts, like even a stranger passing by. It becomes overwhelming.
Most cannot talk too, it's too late. Many don't want to hear anyway, because their pain is too much to bare.
Icons on stage within limelight aka the focus of public attention...a suggested sign-al by the few; sign-ed by the consenting many.
Maybe we could all have a dead man’s switch.
It's spiritual. Hard to say what it is. Haunting, really haunting. It's like being at the train tracks, or that edge, something, another force, it's not yours, abnormal, telling you to just jump, it's better. Tempting, all rationality gone. Just this damn echo of all that pain, anger, grief, loss. That voice, those thoughts, merging, resenting yourself, others, the grief, the loss. Until it becomes a barrier. It's not listening, it can't hear, it can't see anything else, just the edge or etc. Until it doesn't care.
Normally there's a counter balance, but it's so much, much harder to find. Another pull, something. It becomes ignored. Or it occasionally saves.
Perhaps we do? Some die without even knowing. Some struggle to die. Others won't, until they do.
That’s fucking la la. I’ve met demons. Show me what you got.
Let's tango, bitch. Tell me I am wrong. Look it up or did you want me too. Never in my articulate style. No. But find it. Instead of posting what you think they felt.
There are some there who were murdered. But you've posted an assumption. It's an illusion.
I eat you for lunch. Please struggle, please. Hurtz donut?
Haha you wouldn't, I wouldn't even blink. It would be this dumb retard in front of me. Objectively one of us ain't going home. It would be dirty, no holds. Just your worst. I'd eat your ears, your nose. Eyeballs love them, they squish, and pop. Hahaha.
You pull a tool, I'd use anything. One of us ain't going home. I couldn't stop. Because I won't let it happen. So pretend.
It’s the mama’s boy coming in hot. You do know the mods are loving this. Lol. Stop the madness. OR. I keep going. I’m on fire.
You’ll love it.
Come at the King you best not miss.
Hahaha. The folly of youth. You want to troll?
You’re in love with me.
Let’s focus on your articulate style, bastard. Tell me I am wrong. Look it up, please.
Testimonials you can't find? Please do. Read them
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