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The waiting room was quiet beside the faint click of the blinds against an open window A single dead fly on the table on his back with his legs pointing up This death did not bother the models in the posters As they smiled with bright white teeth from the wall like they knew some great secret that pale in comparison to the dead fly I looked away from the poster and to the fly. I began to wonder how the fly left this mortal coil. peacefully or violently? I theorized, cause I was in the mood, that it was peaceful cause he had no obvious trauma to the body But what do I know of a fly's anatomy? Maybe his little heart just gave up maybe he lost his way and then lost hope too He tried to stay busy buzzing away but it was an act trying to distract himself from the pain He couldn't keep it up forever his heart was too tired and he deserved a rest he had been through enough So he stopped flying one day and with one last sad beat his heart just stopped That what I theorized My theory on the matter I'll never know how the fly died But that's what happens when the heart just stop and it's not violent it's peaceful
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
When the heart stops
The waiting room was quiet beside the faint click of the blinds against an open window A single dead fly on the table on his back with his legs pointing up This death did not bother the models in the posters As they smiled with bright white teeth from the wall like they knew some great secret that pale in comparison to the dead fly I looked away from the poster and to the fly. I began to wonder how the fly left this mortal coil. peacefully or violently? I theorized, cause I was in the mood, that it was peaceful cause he had no obvious trauma to the body But what do I know of a fly's anatomy? Maybe his little heart just gave up maybe he lost his way and then lost hope too He tried to stay busy buzzing away but it was an act trying to distract himself from the pain He couldn't keep it up forever his heart was too tired and he deserved a rest he had been through enough So he stopped flying one day and with one last sad beat his heart just stopped That what I theorized My theory on the matter I'll never know how the fly died But that's what happens when the heart just stop and it's not violent it's peaceful
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
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