God, this blows…

That’s all I can think.

How much this all just fucking blows.

Seconds march on in silence, but I don’t count them.

I have no need to.

Monitoring time won’t change the outcome of my fate. It won’t save me from the inevitable. In fact, the only difference it’ll make at this stage is wear me out even faster.

Still, the time passes, quietly and unmeasured. That’s all I know for sure, and only because I’m still conscious.

Barely.

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