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cheat, death, doer, epiglottis, Haiku, suicide, ultimate power
He counted exactly 27 tablets, calculated the exact dose, estimated the exact minutes needed for the drug to swim into his bloodstream.
“I am the doer. I own my Life. I will design my death.”, he growled.
Death rolled its eyes in mirth and playfully tilted the Continue reading
Impractical Dreamer 