The Story of a Lifetime

Prologue: Present day

This one doesn't have a poem to begin

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Darkness. The thing that surrounds me.

Silence. The thing that chokes me

My demons. The things that are whispering to me

I want to do it.

I need to do it.

As I press the cold knife to my arm I begin to wonder.

"What led me to this outcome?"