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Mar 2015
Comforting words drift down from the window and I'm hanging by one finger and no rope falls down. No hand to catch me. My ears are burning, flaming, like dying candles. The voice is soft and I sense no worry. No idea that I'm about to plummet.

I fall at last and the voice is gone and I'm alive.

Yo, how the **** did I do that?
immortality
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