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Apr 2014
My body is numb and I am motionless.
I can hear people but can not see.
I could try and bring back consciousness and snap back to reality or, I could continue to drown in my thoughts until I reach my final destination.
Whether it's heaven or hell or in a box six feet in the ground it's a place of relief.
My body is getting heavy, my breath is quickly slipping away. I'm at the end of my journey, my final destination. I'm home.
Natasha Bonke
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Natasha Bonke  Courtice
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