Death

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Pain, unlike anything else

Like my soul being torn from my being

Left with something of an empty shell

But the only feeling is pain

Then I am ripped from reality

A flash of white until I only see black

I feel nothing

No physical feelings or emotions

What is this state?

Then comes the realization

The pain is not gone, I am

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