Victory And Loss
Death felt like an eternity, those three seconds before my resurrection where all I felt was infinite darkness, the kind that shook me so strongly to my bones, as I called my existence into question. It was it's own kind of limbo, a special Sort of hell for the damned where there was nothing of worth to speak of, just a pit that was filled with gnashing of teeth and wailing of souls. A purgatory of biblical proportions and f****d up in all sorts of ways. Perhaps it was not just the darkness and loneliness that got to me, or the horror that I can remember of death, it was the loss, the knowledge that I was loosing something every time I defeated death, some things that I would never be able to get back. That was the feeling that got to me the most, so much so it left me aching every time ex
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