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“I had always been told that had a great imagination, by many people, they always told me that  my imagination would one day get me into trouble, as I start speaking, I taste blood, the familiar
flavor is right in the back of my throat.”
“I try pushing it down, but it’s no use. I will have to put up with it.  It’s the damn pills she’s got
me on, but I take them for a reason.”
“Sitting alone in this room gives me time to think, imagine, using that great machine in my head I can leave, go, travel anyway I wish, go anywhere I haven’t been”

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Gun – skull – pills: his medication is stopping his suicide.