The Place Were You Belong

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Once again, im not writing about my self :P The sound of death is eminent, and the rasps of pain are near. You find yourself weak, alone, and ill. You are pulled through the floor. You reach out a hand for anyone to help but no one is there. Finally, you realize how worthless you are, there was never a meaning for you to be here. Your purpose was merely to be laughed at, mocked, and tortured. The sound of your screams feed me, and the taste of your blood strengthens me. One day you find yourself in the presence of the reaper. It's your time to go, leave this world and enter the realm of death. You feel the scythe rip through your body, tearing your soul out. Blood covers the floor, and your body falls to the ground. The world begins to spin, faster each time. The sound of buzzing begins, and lights begin to flash. You are finally where you belong.