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Dec 2016
I can't see a thing
The darkness is overwhelming
I can't move
Not my arms, not my legs,
Not my head, not even my eyes,
Or, at least I don't think I can.
I can't tell.
Hell, I can barely think.
That's it! Hell! I'm experiencing Hell!
Though, I'm not sure if it's figurative or literal,
But all I know is that I'm in Hell.
Though, I don't think Hell would be this tight.
Maybe I'm not in Hell.
I don't even know if I'm breathing.
I can't feel it.
I can't feel anything.
I can't see, I can't move,
I can't feel, I can't breathe.
I've figured it out.
Dead. Yes, I'm dead,
and all I've got left are my thoughts.
This must be Hell.
Owen Carter
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Owen Carter  22/Non-binary/North Carolina
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