The real story starts here: at the end.

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Black.

Complete and utter nothing. 

No feeling, no pain.  

Maybe this was it.  

And the terribly awful thing about this was that I was completely OK with this fate.  It was far better than the hell I was living in.  

How fucking selfish.

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