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The only reminder that I am still here is the gaze of the sun and the fracture of the light. So, then, let me grip the glass, the pen, and the eraser and feel them dig into my being. I will feel the pain and know that my time continues to progress.
My teeth once gnawed indents into words and symbols that barely escaped my throat. When my fingers graze the edge of reality, I will remember why I must continue.
I am not a victim of my fate.
I am the vessel of my body.
The venom that drips from the fruit will spread and stick. When my hand reaches out and the parasite latches, know that the consuming anger is perpetual.
I press my hands together. The stream’s trickle will remind me of my existence.
His presence likes to return in mysterious ways. My eyes watch on.
A knife’s blade catches the moonlight like a vice. It once cut into my being.
Then again.
And again.
And again.
One can only helplessly writhe. Drink this cup of wine until it taints your insides and overdose consumes you.
I had caught my reflection before my final breath.
Is this death?
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No.
I will be the victor.
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