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Created on: May 22, 2009
What Comes Next
I held the towel over my face, staring out into nothing but blackness and oblivion, and thought:
This is what it might be like to die
Then the towel falls and the sudden light glares bright white:
Or maybe this
And then I remember the hate and mistrust and wrong choices as colour floods back into vision.
Maybe I already died
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