My vision fades, as I close my eyes and take one last breath for all eternity. I step outside my body, only to see vultures that have gathered around me. Eating away at the empty shell, that used to be my own. Devouring me, picking, and tearing at my remains. Exposing my spine, which until now I didnt know I had. Going through life, uncomfortable in my own skin. Afraid of the way I looked, or acted. Ashamed of the things I never accomplished. How ironic that I miss my skin now. For without it you see what I truly am: NOTHING! As invisible as air! In life I had nothing to contribute, no legacy, nothing to leave behind. Exept prey for a flock of hungry vultures.
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