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[robinbloke]

Call it what you want, but the end was coming.
Feeling was seeping out from every limb as the world slowly went through shades of grey. Even the pinpricks of pins and needles running down my spine were fading away and the dull ache from my shuddering heart was becoming more a distant sound and memory, rather than something that was a part of me.
Light had faded away and my sense of self was falling, to where exactly I would find out, I supposed faintly in the back of my mind, as my last breath shuddered to an end.

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[borange.livejournal.com]

nice

and a song full of memories...