Yellow-blue-red. Everything is so cold. I don't hear. I don't see. I don't feel. Where am I? Who am I? What am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose? Purple-red. A metallic smell hits my nose. Am I bleeding? I don't feel any pain. Only the cold cold crushing weight on my chest. I can't breathe. Orange-green-purple.
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Corazón
Teen FictionViewer discretion is advised. Only few understand. Few. Proud. Emotional.
