a death; "scrap"
May 11, 2012 20:43:18 GMT -8
Post by Sayomi on May 11, 2012 20:43:18 GMT -8
I had contracted a most potent illness that had no cure, bedridden for days i realized in my bed that i was gonna die. My breaths were ragged and heart slowing in pace, my skin felt cold, and I felt detached from the world. Out the window I gazed as I slipped into peace, where it was no longer cold.
Just dark....
