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Saw it all for myself
The gray turn black
My beating heart stop
The moment I died yet stayed standing
The moment my soul perished
Yet the shell continues operations
Life on autopilot of substance use and reckless disregard
And only at 28
I feel closer to death than I ever considered feasible
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