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The humble strum of a guitar matches the thumping in your chest. It all starts to slow down as you place yourself in reality. The fighting in your mind spills blood and lives. One at a time your fingers curl into a fist and the vain in your wrist become visible. Rage engulfs your vision and you feel it pushing you to the edge. The loses you've experienced give you no hope, and your eyes begin to tear up. A single drop of poison burns down your cheek and drips off of your stone cold face. Above you, black clouds begin to swirl and lightning crackles. Placed in front of you is a large metal blade, it reflects your eyes and you see just how much hatred has been released into your blood. Your tongue traces the bottom of your teeth. In a swift movement the sword is in your hand and you plunge off the cliff you're so conveniently perched on. The large blade weighs you down; the wind whips your face and cuts your battered body. You hit the water head on with no breath in your lungs. The ice cold water electrocutes your body and everything becomes immoral. Fear is left to the undertakers, and flames engulf what is left of you. Screams escape your lips but in complete silence you can’t help but realize that your alone.