I imagine myself as a snowflake, cold and falling every second. Falling until I finally crash into the ground below and melt until there is nothing left of me.
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My brain churns, twists around and pulls itself through it's other side. My thoughts cut through my skull, drip down my spine, and I shiver from the cold. My eyes widen, and my stomach goes sick.