Maurice: I find myself in this perpetual loneliness that I saw coming, but a spark of hope always flickers. Always gives me the belief that hope is on the horizon. But guess what?

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Maurice: Hope never shows up, or what I think is hope is just a figment of my imagination. So I learned to just push through, because shit happens it’s part of life. Why care to be happy? I just need to survive until the day I die right? There is one flaw though in that thinking. Can you guess what that is?

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Maurice: That is correct, my life became one that is so monotonous. I wanted to end it all, but I’m no bitch so I’m here until I’m not. I’m a loner by force. Childhood trauma is a mutha fucker. Imagine being in a room full of people  and still feeling like you’re the only one in it. Imagine not wanting to go to friends and family weddings, because seeing other people happy and in love reminds you that you are still alone. Imagine not feeling the love of another, because connecting with people escapes you. Do you understand where I’m coming from?

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Maurice: I hate myself, and I just grew to live with that fact. I see myself and realize how much of a disappointment I really am. I have dreams that I have yet to chase because I continue to be beaten down by my own thoughts. How absurd is that? It’s fucking madness I tell you, fucking madness. 

Just then the doors of the coroner office opened up putting Maurice into a slight panic. It was his supervisor Ted coming in looking uncomfortable as usual. 

Ted: For fuck sake Maurice stop talking to the corpse like their your fucking Therapist. Get help please the shit is creepy as fuck dude, So hurry up with your report so we can catch the son of bitch who did this. 

Ted walks out the room leaving Maurice alone to get back to work. Maurice waited until the door closed before he looked down at the body and said.

Maurice: Funny thing you were my Therapist, not a very good one in my opinion. I saw the fear in your face when you noticed the signs. I needed your help, but yet you were afraid and I understood that fear was going to cost me my freedom. You had to die doc (A smile comes across his face) and I am glad it was by my hands. The report is already done because I know what cuts I already made. Too bad your case will be a cold one, I clean up nice. By the way Doctor Filbert your body fifty-five since I snapped.