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he thought it was just the wind, an aching pain posponed his walking for his ankle was the size of the spare tire he seized to use thanks to those goddamn rattle snakes. His forest green khaki’s kissed the desert floor as he crawled in pain calling out to the cruel nature he deserved. The way that he cried out help was in such a funny voice the cactus seemed to laugh right back at him. On all fours he cried, he coughed he begged, he wondered why all his life he had been such a horrible person. He knew that what he did he could not take back what he had done all these years, bu he did know that he could fix how horrible he had been if he had another chance.. anoher voice was ringing inside his head: You could never fix how sick you really are, stop feeling sorry for yourself and accept the fact that you are going to DIE . “No!” he called out to the dry dunes and scorched gardens. As his whole life flashed before his eyes, he knew it was the end.