They call it drama.
I just want it to stop.
To a point where the brain ceases to function.
where the heart forgoes all emotions.
I stopped.
Thinking, feeling, seeing.
The luxury of senses.
The mechanism of defenses.
I,
am my own biggest enemy.
To point the gun to where it matters.
The temple, the throat, the brain?
I chose the heart.
Painful.
I'm dying a slow death.
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