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The tiles are a sky of blur, Blending into fantasised colours. My limbs are mere complications, Ignored as my mind closes. The pain in my head is fading, Replaced with a numb sickness. I am drowning in black air, My muscles disobeying command. I can't feel anything, My nerves are protecting themselves. My stomach is ripped to shreds, And twisting in on itself. Breaths are irrelevant, I must remain...I must remain.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC
A new pain
The tiles are a sky of blur, Blending into fantasised colours. My limbs are mere complications, Ignored as my mind closes. The pain in my head is fading, Replaced with a numb sickness. I am drowning in black air, My muscles disobeying command. I can't feel anything, My nerves are protecting themselves. My stomach is ripped to shreds, And twisting in on itself. Breaths are irrelevant, I must remain...I must remain.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC
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