1149. recently, it has become a fad to die in the hands of smrt. in all entirety, i understand the mindset of a person on the verge of suicide. the abandonment from society at large and the face off with life's greatest troubles are sometimes the heaviest straw that snaps the camel's back. surely, there exists a million reasons why a person bears the need to terminate his/her own life, but the one concept i fail to grasp is...
why die in a pool of your own splattered brain juice, wriggling innards, spurting arteries and mangled bones?
it must have taken the person in question, especially the latest jumper who leapt off the platform at cck during the moring peak hours, an insane amount of courage to get rammed then sliced and diced under nearly 35 tonnes of steel and passengers.
either that or an equally immense feeling of inescapable despair.
as smrt halts train service on monday and sends down another team to the tracks to clean up the strawberry jam, i can only say thus far from on top of the platform: another one bites the rust.
ps: they should amend their computerised announcement to, "please, for the love of your own life, stand behind the yellow line."
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dude... juz imagine the amt of work the clean up crew have to do man... jeez.. monday blues/reds indeed
it's becoming a fad to do something like this, i tell you. all the media's fault for the publicity and attention given to very first train suicidal case!
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