You're better off rotting underground like you deserve
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Coulie is a depressed jobless creature with no life skills and no friends. After recently deciding to stop taking his medication, he comes to a conclusion:
There's only one way to take control of his life, and its with his finger on the revolver's trigger.
-This is a vent story. Dark subjects will be spoken about. This is not a request book, I will not write things for you if you comment on it -
--Due to finding out some more information, I changed the main characters name. No i didn't know it was what it was until i looked it up.-
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