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I listened to my new disc for a long time today and realised my latest track is nothing compared to the ones on this disc. Max and NES jeered at me, telling me that they were right. Couldn’t I see that I would never be as good as these people? Why even try? What was the point? I found my knife again where it had bounced off the wall when I threw it. I sat in that corner with the knife in hand for maybe half an hour. I was just about to do it, but I heard a knock on the door. After a moment I opened it. It was Ben with his stupid symbols. He asked me what I was doing with the knife. I told him it wasn’t his business and he should go away. I pushed the blade back in and put the knife in my drawer. I went to bed to the sound of 8-bit music drowning out the static of the angry machines.

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