jamieevren1210 wrote:
I look up at the ceiling but there's nothing
I scream, but nothing comes out. The world is going down a drain and they are still yelling, yelling, yelling, my soul is out of my body, traveling to somewhere I don't know, utter utter white there. Sparks are flying across my eyes, and my face feels like a million irons are pressed onto it. Im late for the party, having a meltdown right this very second but they are still fighting, still fighting.
Still fighting.
Outside I snapped out of it. But my hands and feet just keep getting colder and colder.
I'm fine now, I think so. Thanks for coming along for the ride ladies and gentlemen.
Glad you're feeling better.
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