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These Hands
I Value my life so much. Why do I have such an excruciating urge to End it?
I care so Intensely of what is to Become. So i Avoid anything that I Fear may lead to Failure.
I Care and Obsess. Over Everything.
Hands. A hairline. The drip-drop of water from a faucet.
I could stare at my own Reflection for hours. Days. Weeks. Years. Maybe an Eternity.
I Wonder.
I Wonder why I have done what I have done with these hands.
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