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6d
Death must be coming for my life, because I keep having dreams of me dying and everything going dark and all I feel is me falling.

My time might be cut short naturally,
my time might be cut short by my own hands.

I guess I'll only know when I see the grim reaper standing right in front of me.
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Malekai  19/M
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