People say we should face our fears,
but how do I face mine
when the path leads only forward,
never back?
That wild journey called death—
a story with no storyteller,
a door with no return.
Is there light beyond,
or only endless dark?
With each passing day,
with every fleeting celebration,
I hear time whispering, ticking,
pressing against my skin.
Will I forget it all,
or will my...
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