All I feel is restricted, bound, uncertain why. Preying to which ever deity may help me from this antagonising circumstance. Feeling control fade through my body until I am just a ghost in a shell of a body.
Hoping, still preying that people have not given up hope, and endure the grief and pain of life to help pull me back from this motionless vortex to which I'm spiralling with no path laid before me.
Moments come and pass without a whisper for my memory to latch on to, I feel that slowly everything is distancing from me, knowledge, memories, senses and hope. Until I finally except fate, and take one last deep breath which fills my lounges with weighted air. This is it my dear friend ....
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