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Submitted On Feb19/09 Hits 1796 Summary:
Because it's not you that dies in a suicide.
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The tavern was a place of retreat a place where chapters of life started and ended. This in particular night the tavern was filled with people close to him, people in his life, that could not be forgot. Snow was falling outside, he walked down the street, the moon, lighting up the town with a euphoric glow. He brushed through the door, silently, making his way over to the bar. “how bout a beer he said”, the bar tender turned his head, only to catch a glimpse of the wolf. He waited at the bar for hours, twiddling his thumbs, tapping his foot as the hours went by. He sat there, thinking of his life, what he needed to do, what he wanted to do, most of all what he was supposed to do. This thought could not escape his mind, it had been there for days. Eating away at his mind until he could no longer bare it. He looked around the tavern, his friends, his family indulged in conversation, leaving him alone, isolating him at his bar stool. He took a deep breath in, a feeble attempt to clear his head, nothi...
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