"

All right, just a moment.
That they always take the rope away from me
and cut it.
Lately I’ve been so prepared,
and there was already a little bit of eternity
in my guts.

Hold me the spoon here,
this spoon-fed life.
No, I want to and I don’t want to anymore,
let me give in, throw up.

I know that life is whole and good,
and that the world is like a full dish,
but for me it doesn’t get into my blood,
it just goes straight up to my head.

For others it’s nourishment, me it just makes sick;
Understand, that one can despise it.
For at least a thousand years
I’ll have to fast.

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Rainer Maria Rilke, The Suicide’s Song (via curiouslycool)