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my head is stabbing
my heart is throbbing
my lungs are dying
my eyes are crying

my arm is bleeding
my throat is burning
my eyes are heavy
my lungs are burning

my limbs are weak
i feel heavy
hit the floor silently
things go mute
like a divine being pressed a button

i felt my body hit the floor
i felt the magic leave my soul
like pulling the last object out of a bag
it deflated and laid flat
on the cold, hard floor

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