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It isn't constant for me. Sometimes I find solace in the idea that one day all of my problems will vanish.
Then other nights, the idea that every second experienced is one second closer to the end of being sends a chill down my spine.
I need to stop staying up so late. I'm always the only one awake in my house at this hour, and silence makes for horrible company. With nobody to talk to, I am left with my thoughts. For me, knowing that the reaper has been slowly approaching me since I was conceived is absolutely horrifying. I picture it like being in a long, dark hallway. On one end is me, and on the other is the hooded personification of Death. I am screaming and begging for Death to stop walking and take a break from his steady approach. But he doesn't acknowledge my plea. He just keeps coming toward me as my surroundings grow colder with each passing second.
Tick tock. Tick tock.