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The Final Song.

The thud of my body echos in the room. The impact takes my breathe away. The cold temperature of the floor welcomes me. It brings me back to the surface of reality. My lungs try to draw in air with no success. My gasps are short and empty. I can feel my heart race. It jumps out of my chest. Before I can recover, I feel the second blow. The sickening noise bounces around room. I know you are just getting started I know it won't be my last. Your foot connects rapidly with my body. I can feel your toes individually. I can feel the flex that they make against my ribs. Your nails cut my skin like butter. I can feel the pain spread like a wildfire across my body. The flames sink deep into my core. It shows me no mercy, as it scorches my body. With each lick of pain, my screams increase. My screams are a melody to your ears. They mix well with the chorus of your yelling. Everything blends with the bass of my body. The song encourages you speed up the rhythm. Eventually time seems to stop. The world becomes silent. The picture frame begins to blur. Darkness has chosen to draw the final curtain

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