I couldn't stop the horrific images from seeping into my mind, everything was shoving to reach the spotlight of my brain to be the next to taunt and torment my helpless thoughts, my worthless mind, my meaningless existence. The worst part was, nothing gave me the sensation of being killed slowly like myself, my own overthinking was what was causing me to force myself to take that one. Extra. Stride. I was restless in waiting for my arrival at the my final destination. I was almost there... this was it...
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Nothing kills a man faster than his own head
Ficción GeneralI actually wrote this at 2:00 am about 3 months ago?