Death. It didn't come easy to me. No. It was painful. Yet I was glad. Cause life itself was more painful then the death. The cold and merciless winter wind blew against my face as staggered to the dumpster, clinging to a very thin piece of cloth. I slumped back on the dumpster, as I shivered from the fever. I could feel y stomach grumbling, my heart pounding and the single thought came to my mind. Am i really going to die? I shivered. In fear? I didn't know, as my eyes slumped down into eternal sleep.