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death whispered once,
too close, too cold,
its shadow brushing my skin,
and for a moment,
i thought i might disappear.

but something pulled me back-
a heartbeat, a voice,
the raw truth
that i wasn’t ready to let go.

i’m scared of death,
scared of its silence.
but you’re stuck with me now.
even when the tears come,
i’ve decided to stay.
living, even broken,
is a fight i plan to win.