Cold
It is so cold...
The florescent lights blind me.
The machines beep in the back ground as I feel the sweet,
warm medicine run through my veins. All my sins run through my head as
I hear the beeps of the machines grow slower and slower.
I can't feel my legs anymore. I have to concentrate to breathe.
The lights above me are dimming, and I hear the gentle whispers of goodbyes.
I struggle not to dream, for I may never return.
Please help me, or let me go... Let me go into the cold nothingness...
Just don't forget me...
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