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Topics of Suicide Within As a commercial truck flashed through your vision, you remembered why you were there. But had you really forgotten? Or was there just a part of you that wished you had? Which of those parts was you? Was there any 'you'? Would there ever be? You let out a breath. Of course there wouldn't be. As you turned your back on the cars, your hands no longer shook. Were they warmer, or had they just gotten used to the cold?