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friends came to the hospital, bringing me, ironically, flowers; the same things that would later cause my death. i couldn't talk, therefore they all watched me as i wrote my thoughts on paper,  whilst absentmindedly laughing.

 "i should stop myself from laughing or else i'll vomit once again" i mentally scolded myself.

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