Deleted member 3177
Life just isn't hard enough
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Everything is black. Black is all that awaits for me. I can feel my stomach curving as the gastric acid burns my throat and rides to the top of my mouth. I can feel my esophagus slowly decomposing, the meat rotting and the acid slipping through. I understand how Cobain felt. Life is over for me. My stomach will be the one to kill me. I was born as genetic waste, and this defect will be the end of me. I can feel how it slowly burns away. Burn, burn, burn... it is over for me. Oh, god, I can feel how it slowly burns through my organs and they rot. Death is at the door, knocking. This is my end.