Peace after the storm.
My mind is a storm.
Images flash by, behind my eyes.
Images of love, joy, pain and suffering.
My life in one glorious, burning explosion of colours and shapes.
My head throbs painfully but I rise above it.
I focus on maintaining the last threads of consciousness.
But I can feel my strength seeping away.
My eyes close.
The world around me falls silent.
As death embraces me I feel nothing but peace.
Peace from all emotion.
Peace from everything.
Peace after the storm.
The End
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