Self-slaughter. As I pressed the barrel of the gun to my temple, I realized in a detestable revelation, I have and always will be a collection of somethings that amount to a useless nothing. I had an unpromised eternity of clockwork compressed into a seconds worth of breath, and instead of breathing, I was choking.
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