The cool metal ran along their hand like a blanket of snow; cold, light, blank. To think that such a blade could end something so precious - so beautiful, within seconds. How could someone do so with no hesitation? Perhaps it is the thought of relief that drives people to forget the simplicity that lies before them. Or, they could be so caught up in drowning that they can't feel the weapon's point along their palm. To feel it slip between their fingers and hear the screams of the people whom have driven them to such madness must be a burden worth bearing. But do they ever hear the silent whisper in the night that pleads for them to live? Do they recall the times they've laughed, cried, shouted, or smiled? Can someone be so defeated that to see the light can be impossible? The darkness in this world is a mixture between hate and sadness. It overwhelms the mind and clouds the heart. In some cases, to survive either is a challenge no one is willing to face.
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