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To live or to die.
The feel of the beating pulse.
The red life flowing.
"STOP!" my mind screams.
My mind is not in control.
The beast within laugh.
Laughing at my pitiful attempt.
The attempt to regain control.
The beast disappears.
I no longer feel the pulse.
I look down in horror.
I see blood on my hands.
Another victim.
Another struggle lost within.
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