I can feel myself slipping. Down, so far down. The rain is still falling, and so are my tears.
I can hear the echoes of terrible screams, the rain gently covering me in a wet blanket. The sirens getting closer...
I can see only blurriness...the outlines of the building, and sky, the beautiful stars.
I can taste the metallic blood, the strange bittersweet taste of tears.
I can smell the ocean, the rain, and the surrounding smells of the city.
Bye for the last time ...
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Randomwarning some may be depressing ... I'm not depressed or anything I'm just a little better at writing this kind of stuff