Thursday, December 27, 2012

Day 362/366

Everything was blocking something or the other in the room. I lay horizontal, unable to move. The blood stain on the ceiling had me wondering where it had come from. I was fixated on that spot. No mercy was shown, as I coughed my lungs out. It seemed like a bloodbath that wouldn't end. Make it end, I said. They shot me.

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