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eyes, tears slipping free, and I wait for

the sound that'll be my end. I wait for the

pain, the numbness. The sound comes,

but it's not as painful as I thought it

would be. I feel the ground beneath me,

and blackness takes me. I regret nothing.

"MOM." Her voice is far away. I wonder

if this is that place between heaven and

hell. "Mom, can you hear me?"