Rage has ruled me for so long that I don't want to think anymore.I've tried to claw my way out, but I am sealedin. It seems the game is designed to make me lose.It's weight slowly drags me down. I draw a breath as I slip under. The dimlight fades as descent begins. I have to fight my way through.Stark flesh sinks through the freezing liquid darkness. Palehands bound before me, rushing deeper with every heartbeat.I will not relent to despair. As depression contricts it's coilsclose in around me. Depression contricts.My will is the blade that cuts the coils from around me.
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