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Feb 2017
As I lay in the chair my arm  begins to go numb. My vision is fading as each drip hits the floor. Spatter, spatter goes each drop as it plops and pools onto the floor. Each sound is amplified as life runs from my veins. The warmth slips away as I begin to lose conciseness. With each passing second I slip further away, as my last thoughts race as to how much longer it will take, all goes black.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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