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Third year in high school was a tough part of my adolescent years. Too many pressures- school work in particular and I got tired of them. One night, I decided to end it all.

I was reading about a history of Mesopotamia. The night was really cold and my head was aching in my desire to sleep. Scanning my book, I discovered that I have still 20 more pages to tackle . And I’ll have to study on other subjects too. It was then, I made up my mind- I don’t want to go on living like that anymore.

At that period, my parents own a hog and poultry supply store. They also sell some farming supplies like fertilizers and some rat poisons. That same evening, I went down to our store and got myself a sachet of rat poison.

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The rat poison was in powder form- shiny black. I can still remember how it glistened as I stirred some of it into my mom’s teacup. The taste had been bitter but tolerable. I was worried of how dying can be painful. No turning back though. So, I went to sleep, not minding my scheduled examination the next day.

My sleep was dreamless. The next morning, I woke up! Alive!!

How I panicked! I didn’t finish my review on history and I was thinking of flunking on the subject. I felt really dead at that moment.