Starvation begins, let it sink in. What do you expect of me. What other option is given?
Fine line between living and surviving. I'm past the threshold.
Morality hangs over my head Moral value is dead Waging wars in my head I've never felt so dead
please understand, leave me be, this concerns none of you.
Gun in hand, trembling feet. I beg of you. Blood on my hands. I never meant for this. It never should have come to this.
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