When the piercing pain inside overshadows the fear of death, it’s easier to step into the unthinkable. Depression’s dark tendrils blind reason, serotonin depleted, amygdale’s protective fear forgotten. Impulse removes the choices, the moments of second thought regret before the blinding flash that precedes cold emptiness of darkness that awaits. Is it the uncertainty of…

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