每个人都是一座孤岛

《丧钟为谁而鸣》

No man is an island,

entire of itself;

every man is a piece of the continent,

a part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less,

as well as if a promontory were,

as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were:

any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind,

and, therefore,

never send to know for whom the bells tolls;

it tolls for thee.

——约翰•多恩

我呀，在作死的道路上越走越远

没什么，就是越长大越恐惧罢了

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