03.39 PM

Never before I feel the stink breath of death so near its chill runs through my spine.

For every unfortunate incidents, I think “is it bad omen?”

And every nice thing happens, “will this be the last?”

“what will become of everything after this?”

“how could I ever survive?”

Still, it isn’t death of mine that I fear, but death of another.

If I could give some of my lifespan to someone else, I would.

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