Tw: suicide
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Hands cold,
Feet cold,
Heart cold,
As I stare at my ceiling,
Feeling the numbness surrounding my body,
My bedsheet slowly turning red,
My body slowly turning blue,
My eyes staring at the nothingness,
My breathing slowing down,
My heart slowing down,
I close my eyes,
Putting myself to sleep for the last time.
Arnav.
