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You're twitching.

You're sweating.

You're coughing.

You're hacking.

You've pissed you pants.

But what did I do?

I sat there.

I stared.

I knew what was happening.

You're having a heart attack.

That's number four.

You're an asshole.

You're abusive.

I don't care about you.

I never cared.

And as I sit there,

I cry.

Why?

I cry because that's how I'll die.