Someone Is Panicking Through Me

I know that I’m not dying. 

It’s more like- there’s a person possessing me who is dying. 

Or maybe someone who has died and is being reincarnated. 

They are using me as a vessel for a moment. 

Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. 

So at least I am helping some stranger who is trying to understand their own life and death. 

So they can let go. 

So I can let go. 

So I can stop shaking and laugh again, because this is silly. 

Or maybe someone is laughing through me…
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