Left to my demise as I grow colder, my body remains limp while my heart continues to flood blood towards my wound, leaving me to become a mere watcher within my own being. Attempting to scream, my lips fall short and fail me, barely capable of conjuring that of an attempted tremble. Lying motionless in despair, I think back to all that I have done in life and of that which I never will. Transforming into nothing more than a shell of my former self, I gradually slip away despite begging myself not to—slowly coming to the terms of the reality that I face, that this may very well be it for me. Struggling to take in a breath as the warm liquid continues to gather, my body convulses without restraint; jittering unnaturally when all that I can do is wait, wondering when the lights will eventually go out while a steady stream of blood trickles down my chin. With my mind racing, I can’t help but pay homage to the irony of it all—acknowledging the ultimate kick to the teeth as I await death
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