"I've got a cancer. Cancer of the soul. With every day it shrinks and shrivels, withers and dies. I've got only limited time and it scares me less every day. Soon emotion will be lost to me and what's left will be worse than death. For a life with no emotion, no passion, is no life at all. It is a mere existence lost among the stars and drifting dully across the universe." Her eyes held a sadness, and for a moment as she turned back towards her window, I saw the cancer. The thick black veins coursing in her chest curled and coiled like a snake in her lovely soul. In that brief moment of truth when the infinities granted me sight, I stared and did absolutely nothing about it.
-excerpt from a book I will never write
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