The blade was too dull.
It would’ve been too messy, and who knows how long I could’ve kept that up.
The water was too much.
My lungs kept coughing up the liquid each time I tried to breathe in the hydrogen.
My body rejected my attempts to erase my failures, forcing me to reside in the hell loop I had created for myself. Personalized with low self esteem and nonsensical conspiracies that Mina enjoyed bringing to my attention.
I guess I’d have to find another way to deal.
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