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Limping footsteps.

Echo along a dark hallway.

Doors and walls.
Smeared with bloodstains of long past.

Blood drips.
From slits.

On the wrists.
And arms.

I walk.
Until my legs give way.
Due to the lack of blood.

As i stumble to the ground.
My vision blurs.

And so i thought.

This is it.
Is this how dying is supposed to feel like?

As more blood pool on the floor.
I slowly lose conscious.

But just as my final seconds tick away.
A smile forms on my face.

As i can finally depart from the world.

Let this hallway.
Be my final bloodied resting place.

Amen.