The world goes on. You feel your body decompose. You watch the world be worse off because of what you've contrived, and better off because your presence no longer corrupts it. You feel the flesh drop from your bones, and you wonder why it is that you're still there. Time ceases to hold any meaning. You lie there and molder and wonder when this world will finally let you go.
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The world goes on. You feel your body decompose. You watch the world be worse off because of what you've contrived, and better off because your presence no longer corrupts it. You feel the flesh drop from your bones, and you wonder why it is that you're still there. Time ceases to hold any meaning. You lie there and molder and wonder when this world will finally let you go.
I wouldn't recommend it.