The last one

The last one

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Imagine being the last one to breathe fresh air, well its about to happen the air is now a fire that won't go out every breath feels like your lungs have a fire inside them, but you're the only one who can breathe in this mess.
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I close my eyes. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die. Suddenly, I feel my stomach drop and my head start to spin. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try to breathe, but my mouth is dry. The sickening feeling continues for about a minute, then it stops. I open my eyes; I'm not dead... Yet.

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