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Draw a breath. Look around, and stop. Witness the passing of time around you. Unhindered. Draw another, Stop. Hold. Exhale. The motion of time, passing by you as thoughts slide down your mind, cascading down of mountain of thought. Landsliding and avanlanching everyone unfortunate enough to be caught in it's grip. Relax. It's just a bullet. Stare down the barrel, a dark empty void, ready to explode into nothingness, but somehow a void. Drawing in everything around it, sucking, leeching, until all you can think about is what's in the chamber. Being able to replace all the emotion, all the memories stolen by this awful disease. The sadness, the pain, the desire for an end. All of it can go away. Realize that this is the end of the road. Look around. Who's here to stop you? Look up, into the absent eyes of a father that was never around. Look down, at the ground you were shoved and beaten into, by the one that always was. Look around you. Where are your friends? Where are the people who loved you? Stare back down into the barrel of the gun. Draw a breath. Look around and stop. Witness time halt around you. Finally, somehow stopped. Draw another, Hold, And exhale slowly. It's all ends, With a single Click.