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Aug 29
The result of life is death
The price of life is your sanity
The toxins leach more from each drawn breath
Eating away at both mind and body
One day more replaces you with one day less
A simple enough concept conceptually
Everything living is born with this terminal illness
No one has ever survived this tragedy

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Jeremy Betts
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Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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