Cyanide.

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It's happening again. The numbness, the pain, is taking over. I can feel the edges of that hole deep inside my chest, radiating -spreading like a virus- outwards to every inch of my body. I thought last time was bad; when the gaping wound in my chest was first torn. I was wrong. Oh, so wrong. That was no more than mere child's play in comparison. I'm not sure I can survive this...

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