Chills


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The sight of the back of my eyes tasted like tarmac. It was a grey taste, sticky like solvents when they bond your eyes together. My toes twitch and my leg feels numb. I get up. I get up to find i am outside of my body. I am staring down at my own limp skeleton, muscle and flesh. I must be dead.

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