It was a constant struggle for me. Nothing was ever right. My life was always in chaos. Never once could I take anything more than necessary. And that meant my breaths too.I knew that the torture was all over, finally, when a bullet went through my brain. Or so I thought. Until that moment when I became the puppet of something else, I had never realized what anything might cost me. I was born sane, and nothing ever seemed to be wrong with me. But none of that mattered anymore.

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