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Jul 2019
Bravery is swallowing iron, belly pooling with lava, as I face towards the horizon. Death croons and taunts, offering their hand, and I give no response.

"There is time for that, but not now. Not yet."

I watch the horizon grow, before I feel Death's icy hands on my neck.
Strange
Acina Joy
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Acina Joy  17/F/On earth, not Mars
(17/F/On earth, not Mars)   
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