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The burning feeling.

The liquid leaves.
How i missed it.

A quick and painless death by a single bullet.
Or a slow and painful death by a blade.

Oh the choices.
So difficult.

My vision blurs.
As the liquid courses through my body.

Images that i once held on to.
Are being shattered bit by bit.

Flames of rage.
Slowly consuming me.

What do i do now?

I hate this.