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Am I sick enough for you yet? Next time I'll be writhing on the floor in a pool of vomit and blood, we'll see what you say then.
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My eyes are like bruises. Black and purple, puffy and sore. Look at me and I'll burn through you. Or will I? I feel like a lost astronaut. No oxygen. Nothing to grab onto. Nothing to pull me back down to earth. The view was never this good down there anyway, I might stay for a while.
