And then there’s that one little moment when all you can do is lay on your back and just stay there. Breathing gets too painful, moving gets too painful, blinking gets too painful. All you can do is just stay there. On the ground with eyes wide open while your body turns cold. You feel it, every inch of your body is dying but you simply don’t care. You’re too tired to get up, you’re too tired to fight. Fighting just doesn’t worth it. Why fighting when you can just lay there and see life pass right in front of your eyes? It hurts less. You slowly stop breathing, you stop caring because everybody just doesn’t. All those people who shit on you get to your mind, tears start streaming down your face warming up your skin, and it’s just probably the only thing who says that you’re alive. Everything aches, your heart aches, your body aches and those tears you’ve been crying suddenly feel like the heaviest thing you’ve ever carried before. You’re dying. And you don’t mind. At all. You stop breathing; you feel your blood starting to run slow through your veins, you feel it for the last time in your life. Your heart stops beating, you’re now dead. But in a strange way, you’re more alive than you’ve ever felt before.
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