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I don't feel my heart beating within my chest any longer.
I had that feeling in my stomach, that sense of forbidding.
Then it happened, like always, news of a most terrible caliber.
I always have the feeling in my stomach prior to something bad happening.
I can sense it.
My insides go cold, it feels as though the pit of my stomach has had it's contents removed and replaced with frozen rats, nipping and gnawing, trying to survive.
I imagine it's what it felt like for Caesar knowing that Brutus was taking part in his assassination.
Hey.
Everything always works out the way it was meant to.
We really don't have much of a say in the matter.
I'm alive, still.
That counts for something, somewhere.
Et tu, Brute?
I had that feeling in my stomach, that sense of forbidding.
Then it happened, like always, news of a most terrible caliber.
I always have the feeling in my stomach prior to something bad happening.
I can sense it.
My insides go cold, it feels as though the pit of my stomach has had it's contents removed and replaced with frozen rats, nipping and gnawing, trying to survive.
I imagine it's what it felt like for Caesar knowing that Brutus was taking part in his assassination.
Hey.
Everything always works out the way it was meant to.
We really don't have much of a say in the matter.
I'm alive, still.
That counts for something, somewhere.
Et tu, Brute?