I always found clocks fascinating. The way they tik, the way they tok... reminding us every single second that passed by...
Though my clock stopped faster at least it was a satisfying ride till the end...
What is there for the dead to feel. The living are the ones who are going to suffer longer. That's why I feel guilty. Immense amount of guilt... it's clawing at my heart. All I could do is repeat the same word over and over again...
Sorry ...
Sorry...
Sorry...
...
I don't know how much time has passed. Could be seconds... minutes... hours ... I don't know. Maybe days?
I don't really feel the pain anymore. Guess that means i died. Then where am I?
What is this dark place?
I couldn't see a thing or feel anything either. Not even my body.
Do I still have a body?what am I?where am i?Am I on the ground? I don't think anything is touching me though. Am I floating? I don't think I am breathing? Am I a soul? Or something left behind to repent? Why do i still have thoughts?
Where exactly am I???
Why am I here?
Is it still earth?
Am I ever gonna get out of this dark place?
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