"Don't cry for me, Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I kept my promise, don't keep your distance
And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world
They were all I desired"
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Suicide does not end the chances of life getting worse; it only eliminates the possibility of life ever getting better.