It starts with a wallet.

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It started with a wallet.
My knees shake uncontrollably.
My head is throbbing and aching,
And my hands are quivering.
The wallet was gone.
Not really sure where it went to be honest.
Maybe it's safe at home.
Maybe it's in a classroom.
Maybe someone has it.
Maybe maybe maybe maybe.
Too much.
Too much for me to handle.
All this shit starts with a wallet...
The incredible thrill of anxiety flowing through my nerves and tensed up muscles.
The depression that follows....
Giving up.
Choosing the "permanent solution" to a "temporary problem."
People suck.
It's happening again...
The endless stream of toxic thoughts that flood my brain.
It won't be long till my head hangs down and it won't straighten back up.
Not long....
Not long at all.
Plans and ideas spark up in my head,
It won't be long at all.
The flood of toxic fluid that has filled my head with catch fire.
Everything will burn.
Every bridge.
Every individual pain I fell.
I am my own hero.
The one that saved me.
The one that saved me from misery, grief and despair.
The one that put an end to a villain,
At only one expense.
Me.

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