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Hesitant shaking hands hover above my final choice. Hands stained red from committed sins. A scarlet drop falls off my finger onto the trigger meant to end this life. The intimidating black barrel gets lifted up to my face. I stare down at my last final sight. An accepted death before I could breath again. I allowed myself a couple final decisive thoughts about my broken, beaten past. Remembering the horrors I had fought to survive. Realizing that fight had been pointless and that the fears have won. I'm leaving this broken carcass that I had barely survived in. Saying an unspoken goodbye to the people who had never cared and leaving the past behind. I glance down at the loaded pistol seeing I had lost all but one of my choices long ago. Taking this last choice open to me I pull back the blood stained trigger.
