Breaking glass.
Ping.
Siren.
Breath.
Footfalls,
accelerated breathing,
feel the flow in my lungs.
The pumping of my heart,
my chest rising and falling,
my diaphragm filling and emptying.
My muscles screaming.
Sirens.
Pain is life.
To be is to suffer.
Living is to die,
as Life is to breathe,
and move,
and fight.
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