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And yet very clear.
One big mass of nothingness.
A sense of void and emptiness.
Like an empty vessel sailing through the tides.
A heavy weight on my shoulders.
The feeling was all too familiar..
Things have come to an end.
I leave with a heavy heart.
Lying down on the bed.
And the last thing I saw was the ceiling.
I died a little that day.