Black. Blackblackblackblackblackblackblaaaackk….

It’s really dark, and I wonder if I’m dead.

Am i DeAD?

My head throbs, but it doesn’t because I don’t feel anything.

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And I wonder.

Am I dEaD?...

And I think, but I’m not sure if I actually do because I might be dead.

bUT i don”T WaanNt 2 DiE….

My thoughts are scrambled, but again, I’m not sure if they’re my thoughts because how could I be thinking if I were dead?

i AM deaD.

AM i?

And there’s pain, but there’s not, and there’s thought, but there’s not, and there’s me, but there’s not.

And do I see a white light? Do I see red? Do I see anything? Am I alive; am I conscious?

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And I don’t know. And I don’t know. And I almost wish I was right about being de….

About being de…

About being DEA -