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Submitted to Contest #208
TW: Death, addiction, and memory loss All I can see is milky white; I am floating in an oasis, everything so serenely quiet. That's when I hear the muffled sobs coming from somewhere I can't see. I wonder what could create such a hollow and sad sound, what could have happened to the poor conflicted soul. The air becomes thick, and my lungs spasm in an attempt to do their job. It's poison; it must be poison. Screaming silently, I reach my arms to my throat, thrashing as I beg a god I don't see to save me. When I look down, my arms are not...
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