Taste of Steel 31 January 1999 It's a new flavor, my tastebuds have never known such coldness, my tongue such smooth details, milled by a master artisan. A hint of oil, protecting from decay, leaves an aftertaste unfamiliar. My fingers tremble only slightly, I've done this a million times before in my dreams. Dreams of ending the torment. Dreams of easing the pain. The chamber holds six rounds, but only one is needed today. This day, a day of realization of dreams. A day when I will finally be free. Free to leave, maybe not with dignity, but with finality the life of a man living not a life but a sentence whose burdens outweigh the goodness. Too much time spent hating who I am, what I've done, the demon within. The round barrel pushes against the roof of my mouth. Should I angle back towards my tonsils, or better yet up towards my brain? Maybe it shouldn't be in my mouth at all? How about against my temple? I wish I knew the answer, but no matter, I will succeed tonight, even if the taste of steel is unfamiliar.Birth sign: Not entered
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