The gum in my mouth had lost it’s flavor, it felt like rubber. My fingertips were icy, and it felt like all of my nails were cut too short. My head was throbbing, and my scalp was grinding into the cement curb. The blood in my nose, mouth, and ears had dried up, and it was all crusty. My skin was cold, and it was trying to crawl off my skeleton. The gravel, dirt, and blood in my hair clumped my stringy hair together. My intestines felt like they were in a knot, getting tighter, tighter, tighter, until eventually they’d just burst. Church bells went off.
Everything was black. Everything was cold. Everything was not alright. I was forever wilting. I was dead. I wish.
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