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Freedom
I close my eyes and feel the knife slowly slide across it's canvas as my life starts to drip away.
I know that now I don't have to face another lonely day.
The sink begins to fill itself with my quickly draining blood
When all of a sudden, the memory of my good life comes back like a flood.
The room begins to spin and I start to feel tired.
I realized my blessings just before my life expired.
