Friday, 17 February 2017
What is left of me now that I have bled my essence? My
coherence trickles out of my astral conscious as the crimson droplets
trickles out of my physical self.
I can see it happen, I feel it happen. My each sense screams its own end as it comes and yet I am unable to articulate it.
I am done?
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