This isn't Really the Start in Book 1
- Oct. 24, 2024, 11:22 p.m.
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Cancer, aneurism, stroke, heart attack
My skin peeling back to expose an empty sore as wide as a black hole
All I can think about is death - mine, specifically.
I feel like I smell like it.
Do people get a sense of when it’s their time?
I don’t know but I’m terrified
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