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I made the corners of the basement my home. Thoughts became my entertainment and also my enemy. I had done nothing for hours, but ponder if I should go on. I haven't blinked since the thought crossed my mind that my life had no meaning. I wish I could cry I thought. It would drain this pain inside me. I couldn't cry so I needed something to puncture the poison growing inside my chest. Staring at the object I thought is it worth it. Should I end it now? I began to sweat from addreniline. I had to force myself and block the fear. Screaming I reached and ................ turned off the computer and ended my RV session.