[3.00am] Stomach churning, head light, head spinning. I should make the call.
[3.15am] Sensation rising, palms sweating, heart beating faster.
[3.18am] Legs shaking, hands twitching, losing breath. Body racing away.
[3.30am] Explode.
[4.00am] Tears. The sheets are no friend. The walls are only enemies.
[5.00am] Blood pumping. Shivering. Sit up. Get water, piss, lie down.
[5.30am] Implode.
[6.00am] Purge.
[6.05am] Confess. Apologize.
[6.12am] Breathe.
When you've got something to lose, every second you live in fear of losing it.
Call it paranoia.
Call it caring too much.
Call it a gentle suicide, maybe.
And murder weapon?
You.
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