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Destention
Wind stale and lifeless. The water churns pitch and cold, bleeding into me. Waves of guilt lap at my mind and pull me back. Longing for dawn to warm and break the chill. Stagnant in a sea of flesh. Stench filling me too distention. Their stomachs swollen with death. Each soul festering more then last, passing filth to seed. Addiction to greed and lust for putrid regret. Sick spills from my mouth apon the thoughts of them. Pale and lifeless, rigid with disgust. Here I sit fearful my insides will bust, exposed and raw, they see me for what I am
