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I see the body, still and pale from its own self slaughter. The fragility is unsurpassable, my eyes overflow.

I smell the self-hatred, the terror, the finalization. The strength overwhelms me, I cannot breath.

I feel the apparatus that was once the skin of this beautiful human. It is cold and wet, the touch is so soft, so not to disturb them anymore.

I taste the air, suddenly stale from the secret departure of life, dusty from the absence of movement and vitality; I am, all at once, immobile.

I hear the silence so loud and prominent; my cries of distress are effortlessly muted.

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maddierae22

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