im scared
im going to die
i hate that thought
but it's true
i will die
the fear that chokes me
when this thought pops into my head
i have to shake it away even now
i think of my parents
and my grandparents
and even my siblings
i don't want to leave them
i don't want them to leave me
but most importantly
i want to feel
i don't want to be a dead emotionless peice of mass
i want emotions
no matter how much they can hurt
i want to feel!!
im scared of not having memories
of not having words
not feeling
not moving
it's no fair
it scares me
how much time I have left
even in my youth it seems small
my parents are 35
even that's a big number
theyre almost half way through life
and I'm almost a courter to death
and I'm still afraid of that darkness
dont leave me with the darkness
dont leave me with the dead
im scared
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