He doesnt care anymore.

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He stopped looking
both ways before
crossing the street;

He stopped wearing
his seatbelt in the car,
and he stopped counting
the pills before he took them.

Now, he wasn't trying to kill himself, no, but he did stop caring to wether he lived, or not.

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