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During the lecture,
Her hands are shaking.

I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.

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While she eats,
Her body shivers.

I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.

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What's wrong with me?
I don't understand.
This must be how people feel when they're going to die.
On their death bed, doctors scrambling and yelling across the room,
But all you can see and hear is Fear creeping up with a knife.

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