Death

I think I am dying. Or something.
How am I supposed to know?
It’s quiet as hell.
No, wait…
I can hear singing.
Some people are singing to me. High voices…
Like children?
Even higher.
Glooooooooooooooooooria.
I know this song.
I sang it as a kid.
Bloody bastards never gave me a solo.
Mom said I was the best. I believe her.
I think.

Poor sods.
I am dying.
Am I?
Or is…
Oh God.
I can hear Clive screaming. Weird.
Clive says loves me.
He wants me back. I want that.
Who can send me back to him?
Please?

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