Sleep is calling to your head

Your so fucked up you can hardly keep your eyes open. You decide to go on home then. You are in a hurry to get home and get to bed. You fall twice on your way to your car. You nod off after starting it for a few minutes. You wake up and start the drive. You are doing fifty in a forty zone when you cross lanes and have a head on collision with a garbage truck. No safety belt. You slam your chest into the steering wheel and your head into the glass. Your rib cage crumbles inwards and your heart thrusts upwards until its hanging out of your mouth. This is the end.

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The End