The First of Frost has fallen the night is cruel and Unforgiving

my hands are numb red and sore an aching twitch as I woke up from, Deep Sleep.

My Room has no windows father replaced them with walling it'd be impossible to picture these walls with Windows

it's such a well crafted room It's lik im not even on the Third floor of the house.

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Distant Dreams haunt my mind as I undo the shackles that bind me to my Bed,

I unlock my bedstand and swallow roughly 13 pills some larger than others,

After I put the pills away I pull out an old revolver given

to my by my Grandfather and place it under my chin and pull its frozen trigger...

I hear it click, but I have forgotten to check for a Bullet again oh well, I guess I'll try again Tomorrow.