RING RING
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CALL STARTED
I stuck a knife through my chest.
Stabbed straight into my heart, to ease the pain that's been killing me slowly.
It had to stop anyways.
What difference does it make if it stops now?
I'm losing life by the second.
Blood-filled veins emptying and shriveling.
Can't move my feet, legs are numb.
Body feels cold, yet comforted by the warmth of my own red plasma.
Vision fades, memories play.
My lungs draw in air slowly and shakily.
Skin is tingling, body is freezing.
Pain is fading, memories end.
I'm sorry that this is goodbye, but I'm so ready to go.
Light trickles into my eyes.
I welcome the motherly arms of Death.
Good...b-
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DISCONNECTED
CALL ENDED
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
RING RING
.
.
.
.
CALL STARTED
I stuck a knife through my chest.
Stabbed straight into my heart, to ease the pain that's been killing me slowly.
It had to stop anyways.
What difference does it make if it stops now?
I'm losing life by the second.
Blood-filled veins emptying and shriveling.
Can't move my feet, legs are numb.
Body feels cold, yet comforted by the warmth of my own red plasma.
Vision fades, memories play.
My lungs draw in air slowly and shakily.
Skin is tingling, body is freezing.
Pain is fading, memories end.
I'm sorry that this is goodbye, but I'm so ready to go.
Light trickles into my eyes.
I welcome the motherly arms of Death.
Good...b-
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.
.
.
DISCONNECTED
CALL ENDED
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