In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

Osamu Dazai
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Sara Teasdale was a very versatile poet. She wrote about the oddest things. One of her more famous poems, “In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.” Sara Teasdale commited suicide in 1909 so she had some very valid reasons for being depressed. The idea of having no control over the future is a very twisted feeling.

That feeling can lead to some really bad thoughts. Sara Teasdale had that feeling of not having any control over her life and this led her to commit suicide.

Source: The Setting Sun

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