I have no will. I have no curiosity.
can see my wrist, a vein twisting through it with a hard pulse. I can
see the delicate lines guessing their way across the skin. How frail is
life. Better close your eyes. Close your eyes, I say. Do it.|
I close my eyes and with a light, effortless relief, my thoughts are lifted from the moment. They are lifted, turning over the edge, cutting up and away. I have no will. I have no curiosity. I have no blood. I am no longer here.
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