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Not Exactly a Great Day

by DiamondFlame

Like a gunshot in the temple. I wish. A spike It's like a large spike Ripping through my brain tissue. It slowly twists farther. And farther. And farther. Unending excruciating pain. As it twists More spikes sprout and stretch. They stretch farther and farther As the spike continues to drill In my head. It goes on for hours. My vision slowly begins to blur And darken. My body begins to shake. My bones creak. My legs give out. My eyes close. I don't remember anything else...
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