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Jacques was always looking for clues in his head. He could never quite hit the spot when it came to wondering what it was he wanted to do with himself. Then he realized that maybe this was his destiny. He was a detective. A literal detective that went looking for clues, and hid in the shadows, because he never wanted to be seen.

He had tried over and over again to get a coherent conclusion when trying to look for thoughts. But since a very young age he could never quite reach the target. On some level, he always knew he was going to be a future detective. The way he always chose to play cops and robbers with his friends, or how he played analysis in his head when he was 3-4.

It would always come to a point where he would draw blanks in his head. He held his gun a lot, always wondering whether the time was right for him to pull the trigger and end his suffering. Because of his overthinking patterns, he would always play it strategically, and put the gun away saying to himself, "Another day perhaps". He would sigh afterwards and head over to bed. He would always dread waking up, and having to think the next day. The truth was, he had always wanted to kill himself.

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Jacques was always looking for clues in his head. He could never quite hit the spot when it came to wondering what it was he wanted to do with himself. Then he realized that maybe this was his destiny. He was a detective. A literal detective that went looking for clues, and hid in the shadows, because he never wanted to be seen.

He had tried over and over again to get a coherent conclusion when trying to look for thoughts. But since a very young age he could never quite reach the target. On some level, he always knew he was going to be a future detective. The way he always chose to play cops and robbers with his friends, or how he played analysis in his head when he was 3-4.

It would always come to a point where he would draw blanks in his head. He held his gun a lot, always wondering whether the time was right for him to pull the trigger and end his suffering. Because of his overthinking patterns, he would always play it strategically, and put the gun away saying to himself, "Another day perhaps". He would sigh afterwards and head over to bed. He would always dread waking up, and having to think the next day. The truth was, he had always wanted to kill himself.