The life draining out of me, the miserable grey life that was left with me, the last pinch of happiness left me when I killed that man. I was only doing what I told. He looked so innocent sitting there eating a sandwich. The life that was left in me turned into a climb, a climb to death a climb to loneliness and pain. I had witnessed too much to be happy ever again. It always felt like a hyena was eating me, draining the life from my soul. I couldn’t live like this anymore. My life had to end.
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