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ComaVoice. Voice. Quiet at first then joined by another. Voice. Voices. Whispers crescendo to a forte, as if conducted by a silent conductor.Coma
The voices echoed inside my head. I could not hear the individual words, yet I knew that they were talking. To each other? To me? Haze. Just haze. And through the haze, I could hear the voices, getting more impassioned, and the distress within them penetrated my skull.
Like the bullet that put me here.
I know that much. And I know I am dying, yet no-one else seems to. I am a prisoner of my own mind.
More haze. The voices have gone. If I could, I would cry, but my eyelids are disc
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