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Posted by on 2018/05/08 under Life

I fear death. I can't look at gore without feeling strange. It is just the idea of being aware that you're dying; watching your guts get pulled out or something like that.
I had a nightmare last night. I was at home, with my aunt and uncle and cousin visiting, with my mom in the kitchen. I helped her make food. It was a regular day, until my uncle made an offhand comment about some crazy conspiracy theory involving radiation and nuclear power. I thought it was strange, but didn't really worry about it.
Out the window a few in-dream minutes later, the sky turned a fiery color and a mushroom cloud rose up. I screamed. I felt myself burning alive, and I knew I was dying.
My only comfort was my last thought; "It'll stop. The pain will stop. You'll die, and it'll stop".

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