Yesterday

I have, like everyone else I know, kept count of how long I have left. When you are born with your death date on your arm, that's what you tend to do. Most people I know try to fake it until they make it, always trying to look as if they didn't care, as if they weren't scared. Others were secluded, they kept to themselves so that they wouldn't worry about missing anyone or anyone missing them. This was the normal that I lived with, the normal that was my everyday life. At least, it was... Before I reached the day of my own death date.

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