Seventeen

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I am terrified of
Immortality
The cycle of pain
Never ending

I am terrified of
Having to open my eyes
Every morning
To go through
The same ritual
I went through
Yesterday

I am terrified of
Repetition
Of existing
Without really living

I am terrified of
Not dying
Breathing the toxic scent
Of life

-again and again until I burst

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