I am a deep trauma survivor, and here is my story

Last year, I was casually chatting with a few acquaintances on popular chatting app Discord. Suddenly, someone gifted me nitro and me - in a blind abundance of joy - claimed it immediately! Oh, how foolish was I? It was only moments later that I realised my mistake. At once, I began convulsing; my body twitching and shaking in agony, foam seeping out of my mouth. My heart pounded in my ribs. I had claimed discord nitro. Hurriedly, I search through the settings to put myself out of my misery. Alas, there it was! The delete account button. I had to hurry. I felt my interior buildup suffocate with a bright blurple goo. My twitchy finger reached for the promising red rectangle, hovering over it as the interior filled with a brilliant ruby red. Yearning! A man at the edge of death. Thirsty for an end to my suffering, I tapped the button. Immediately was I transported out of the realm of discord. My shaking had stopped. I had done it. Transcended the chat. I had sufficed for a mere few seconds - those seconds being enough to traumatise me to my core and shake my inner being. I would have had nitro before, and such is unacceptable conduct for the average man in society. Nevertheless, I had evaded death itself. I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was my father, holding a gallon of the sweet, sweet milk I adored as a little boy. Reunited! At peace.

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