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When The End Ended

"Why am I alive?" It was my first thought when I opened my eyes. I stared at the white ceiling through the haze, my lungs burning every time I breathed. Slowly, the blurry image of myself lying on the bedroom floor came back to me. The slicing pain, the ultimate decision... the end. I remembered… Continue reading When The End Ended

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