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If death is pain, then this is death.
There is nothing but pain.
White-hot agony.
I drift in and out of pain, craving the periods of unconsciousness in between.
When I’m awake, I can’t think. No dreams.
Just pain.
The pain never gets better, but the times of darkness are less frequent. Sometimes I almost manage to open my eyes, but I never quite get there. It needs more energy than I have.
My body is burning alive, dying while I’m still living inside it.
I want to die.
Please, let me die.
Slowly, I begin to distinguish between the different kinds of pain. The one in my right arm is a deep ache while the one in my chest is like lightning ramming into my heart every few seconds. The pain in my head is pounding, a ticking that drives me crazy in its predictability.
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