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... till biting into his wrists, the cold bands a reminder of how utterly powerless he had become.
In that endless darkness, the only sound was his own heartbeat.
It was slow, heavy, as if it too were being dragged into the void that clawed at him from within.
Each thump reverberated in his skull, mocking him, reminding him that life still clung stubbornly to his body even as he felt it slipping away, thread by fragile thread.
He was weak, so weak it felt as if even d ...
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