He's just a baby.
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MatureComplete Sun, May 17, 20156m
Blood. Blood everywhere. I could drown myself in it if I wanted to. I could wrap the nurses intestines around my throat and pull tight if I wanted to. And I do. I want to. I mean, what person in my situation would have any will to live? I'm sitting in a puddle of my wife's blood.
I can't breathe, oh god, I can't breathe.
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