How often, if not always, have you taken decisions, that affected your very being?
I think, the wine that I sip, oh so slowly, is taking all over me.
The pain, is a little too much, but I dilute it with the whiskey, that follows soon after.
And as the drop of blood red numbness trickles down the side of my lips, my mind pursues nothingness of another kind.
If only, I'd held your hand a bit too tight.
I finally know how it feels when pain engulfs your heart.
I think, I'd rather wait for the apathy to seep in, and slowly transform to death.
Chapter Twelve - Afterdeath
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