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A Final Breath Taken

A gulp of cheap poisonous liquid and a breath taken inhaling a psychotropic drug.
 
Both sharing the same goal, the altering of my mind state. To loosen me up. So when the barrel comes in contact with my temple the process of clenching of my hand will be easier.
 
I’ve always denied that I would hesitate. But in that final moment where hell becomes reality your only thought is explaining how you still have a chance.
 
You see I’ve seen the devils face, I’ve felt the flames of hell, I’ve heard the unanswered cries of the many souls wishing they never even existed.
 
I’ve even become one.
 
Life is a memory.
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