Is this Death?
This frustration
This loneliness
Why can't they hear me?
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ЯIϨΣ
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Rise would have flown if she could, but her body had no wings to carry her as she searched frantically for a place to hide her decaying body, she was certain if the heart could beat it would be racing within her chest and she dived into the first place she thought looked empty and devoid of life. She felt the body fall more apart as she curled up into a ball against the ball clutching her head in her panic trying to will the body to stop rotting.
But the body wouldn't listen to her pleas.
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ҬҢΣ ϨῬIЯIҬ
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I'll borrow this body
The Body is dead after all
Oh, No!
Don't fall apart!