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My Fear

Death itself doesn't scare me. It's the pressure of a palpable presence around me. It's the fear or mortality, not the fear of hurting. It's the residence of death inside every living thing on Earth. It's a tangible company constantly looming. It's the recognition of death itself. That is what scares me.

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