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... e that there are several stages of grief and right now, I could swear that I was in whatever stage broke the entire fucking scale of measurement.
I do not know if I was sad or exactly what was making me feel this way, but I knew that I was dying. Floating in some dark world lost between consciousness and unconsciousness; and lost deep in a web that I never even knew existed.
My body felt like a vessel, a completely hot vessel that burned everywhere you could ever imagine, leaving ...
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