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slow death

by norah9nsw

Sometimes I feel like time is escaping me and the world is disabling me from my true self. I am in immense pain all throughout my body and sometimes it feels as if it is a slow and painful death. I have seen the angels and I have felt their presence grab me within my dreams. I've seen my past memories flashing by, and at this moment in time I can say that I am prepared. Sometimes I feel like time is escaping me, but I feel like I am the one disabling me from my true self. Maybe this is just a sign to keep going, and this is not really the end. - nsw 03/15/22
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