Enamoured with death.

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Kamilla By Kamilla Completed
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.
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! (: