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Reality sinks back into my body and tears up my insides whenever I get happy. Like a broken bottle that slices my heart open for the world to see. While my life is slipping before my eyes into the cold darkness. Shivers down my spine can't stop. They won't stop, they're killing me. Now I feel nothing. The smell of death thickens the air around me in a dark cloud that drawls closer to my body. There are people stopping to stare at me as I lay dying. Face up in a puddle of my own blood. I rise to I see myself on the ground in a puddle of blood. I am frantically trying to get attention from the surrounding people. But no one speaks back to me. I push someone but leave no traces of life upon the body. But if I'm dead where are the white lights? Why aren't I rising to heaven? But there is nothing and no one around me that I may interact with. No rising to the after life. No lowering to the hell below. Because I'm already in hell my tormented soul is now doomed to roam the universe alone.