Thanatophobic (Irregular Updates)
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Thanatophobia : Death anxiety.
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" I hate this feeling of nothingness inside my empty heart."
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"Why can't you just be normal? Do normal stuff? Just be like us?"
"Oh well because you don't have the constant desire to kill yourself without even wanting to die!"
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Thanatophobia is not my disease, it's my only friend till death.
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