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no

 'no.'
a murmur like a quivering addict watching his hands betray him yet again, alarmed, yet defeated, knowing the wet skin of life will soon be itched clean beneath the mercy of a second hand needle

This will be my sixth death: a coward, a traitor, and a father of three. 

everything is terrible unkillable

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