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'Sometimes, I look around wondering what it felt to be alive'
'i remembered keenly the day I was "born", out of the womb, I was already conscious somehow'
'Despite that, I never got to learn or feel what it felt to be.. human? Well essentially alive'
'From the moment I was born all I could do is just.. cry for some reason, I hate it, the feelings of restrictions, powerless, unable to do anything'
'Then it happened, I blacked out, I don't know why, maybe it's normal, maybe it's not, but the moment I opened my eyes again I wasn't in my mother or father's arm, I'm not in bed, I wasn't even wearing anything, then it hit me, I was floating.'
'i thought I died and maybe this is the after life, but I was wrong, a tube, I was kept in a tube for some reason'
'after that I blacked out, each day I woke up to the feeling of sharp pain around my body, I also realized the oxygen tube I was wearing, my question is, how long was I asleep? And how was I able to breath without the oxygen tube?'
'Till this day I'm still confused, due to the weird cyan liquid engulfing me I can't see anything outside of my tube, and then.. I blacked out again'
'each day I kept on waking up to pain and when that happens I realized my body was growing too, while I don't know at the time whether it was normal or not I'm pretty sure it is'
'after that day I started counting, how? Well at the time I don't know the concept of seconds, if I remembered I was basically counting 6 numbers a second, now you might be thinking, if I don't even know seconds how did I count?'
'while it's not the convenient 1,2,3. I simply imagined a bubble popping similar to that of the bubbles on the tube, I imagined it Popping 6 times a second at first I tried to make the Pause relatively the same, but my brain seems to not comprehend it and I fucked up at least the first 700 bubble pops'
'but no matter, I managed to figure it out later down the line'
'the problem was each time I blacked out I can't count how many bubbles exploded in my mind, so I tried harder, and it did work, I don't know how but somehow I created a second consciousness on my mind solely for counting that stays awake, at the time I didn't understand how or what happened I simply accepted it'
'at the count of 10,368,000 bubbles which do note that is only an estimation due to my earlier black out I heard something, the sound of water gushing out, and the sounds of large machine, then before I knew it, I was out'
'after that the first thing I see wasn't anything special, I blacked out after I was out but when I woke up I was in a pristine white room that resembles that of the room I was with my mother, then.. a voice'
'at that time it was a soft but also distant voice, similar to that of my mother but cold and inhuman, seeing her appearance I could tell she's the same species as my mother or I guess more specifically is the same "gender" '
'she brought me to her arms cradling me before putting me in another bed, then it happened, she brought something thin and silver, a syringe which she then proceeds to inject it on me, I feel it, the pain that's one to one with me waking up from my black out, but this time it's infinitely more painful'
'the effect of being half asleep and the effect of being awake coupled with the fact that I had to endure it from the beginning to end makes this excruciating to endure'
'in the end.. something happened, it simply disappeared, I was nearly killed due to pain but it disappeared suddenly, I realized something, somehow someway I transferred the pain on my nerfs to my other consciousness, biologically that doesn't make fucking sense'
'but at that time I was just grateful to be alive, I never realized it but the thought of me dying deeply scares me for some reason, why? I haven't yet felt alive from the start of my birth to my near death'
'why was I so afraid to die? There's nothing for me to lose?'
'i too haven't found a reason why I felt so grateful to live'
'at that time I blacked out again for unknown reasons and when I woke up I was in a baby crib, with memories from my past life'