Different.

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This sensation won't end.
Why won't it end?
It's agonizing.
I can't handle this painful force.
My mind is falling and shattering into pieces, like glass.
I scream and wail.
The thoughts of death has punctured my brain.
It's feels funny.
How can this be possible?
My vision is fading in and out.
I start to get a nauseous feeling in the back of my throat.
My senses are disappearing, one by one.
My eyes suddenly open, frantically looking around.
I smile sinisterly.
My mouth splits apart, laughter echoing through my mind.
"Am I the 'different' you wished for?"

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