Well
Sitting... Sighing... Waiting for death...
Lying... Crying with each agonizing breath...
Pacing... Shaking... Anticipating the worst...
Armless in a boat... Dying of thirst...
A foreign numbness slowly devours my head...
Without warning or apologies it starts to spread...
I feel the air quickly escaping my lungs...
I breathe franticly like a starving bird pecking at crumbs...
Then the voices wane and fade away...
All color fades into a pale gray...
My nothingness is coming... My escape from hell...
I have succumbed to the sickness... I am finally well...
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