Feel like everything slipping from your hands.
The emptiness.
The coldness.
The darkness.
The loneliness.
In the end,
Death.
Fading
Slipping
Trembling
Going
Moving
Reaching
Crying
Shouting
Thriving
Pulsing
Finishing
Annihilating...
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