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Mar 2016
Like a dagger our memories are sharp and pierce through my thoracic cavity plunging into my heart.
All veins and arteries stop the flow of blood ,and for a moment I die.
All pain , all emotions rise up to my cranial area and build a massive collection of pain and hurt. Like a river it all  flows down and my eyes close so that the waterfall of pain can continue to flow.
I blackout a moment as my central nervous system reboots to account for the sudden loss of life my body suffered.
My brain releases endorphins to numb all affected areas that are now suffering.
My memories begin to show and all I can see is us , and the machinery that is my body starts to be break and the light that is my soul starts to die and the cycle of life and pain begin all over again and I die.
Written by
Muhammed Amir Shaik  20/M/south africa
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