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On one of those blue days, I figured, my death certificate would look something like 'died of a heart attack, 'died of high blood pressure', 'died of cancer', 'died of diabetes', 'bled to death' or 'cried herself to death'. I doubt I'll die of natural causes like old age.
Death. So far yet so near. Who would even expect death to come knocking on your door when you were sleeping, or perhaps the next day on your way to school.
Goodbye earthlings.
90-something days later.
What a lie.
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On one of those blue days, I figured, my death certificate would look something like 'died of a heart attack, 'died of high blood pressure', 'died of cancer', 'died of diabetes', 'bled to death' or 'cried herself to death'. I doubt I'll die of natural causes like old age.
Death. So far yet so near. Who would even expect death to come knocking on your door when you were sleeping, or perhaps the next day on your way to school.
Goodbye earthlings.
90-something days later.
What a lie.
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