Enamoured with death.

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kamillasrl By kamillasrl Updated 3 years ago
I could feel one of the pills with the tip of my finger, and without blinking I picked it up. I put it to the edge of my tongue annoyingly slowly, my limbs wouldn’t move faster. Even though the annoyance was there, the omnipresent feeling of bliss overpowered it. This was it. This was it. I ranted inside of my head like a lunatic.
xiavier xiavier 3 years ago
This was my kind of story! Sad though it's only a short story, maybe you can continue on it? :p 
Very extensive vocabulary too! (: