He took the pill with a glass filled with his mother's tears and sweat from his grandfather's brow.
He laid down and closed his eyes.
He knew it was wrong.
But the highness of acceptance made it all worth it.
He starts choking.
He hadn't swallowed the pill completely.
He had actually bitten it.
The ashes of his creamated potential filled his lungs.
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