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What happens now?
For every moment of every day I have questioned what death tastes like. I close my eyes, envision the blood pouring down my spine. Where will I go when earth ...
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:Silently I Await: :Opening:
The house was quiet, still. I cry, beg to move, but my arms, my legs, are frozen. Shock encircles me. I am numb. The TV flashes silently in the corner, ...
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Ripped and Rubber Hands
Your face. It used to be flushed and pink. It used to mimic with pure joy. Your cold now - from the rubbery Gray skin on your palms, to the ...