Gifts
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I am in a different world. I zone out, thinking of what I did, what I accomplished. What I went through to achieve this. I see nothing, but a whole world of adrenalin. The orange and the red and the fire, but also the yellows and the pinks and the blues and the grays. The flying and the beating and the burning. All things that I did.
The circle of tents around me fade away as if they were never even there in the first place. My world spins around me, as I see and remember everything that has ever happened to me ever before in the time called happiness. The time that was so short, but it was too long.
Then all fades before me, and all I see is black.
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