i think i am going to die soon. i feel it deeply and viscerally. the death will be self contained. my body will betray me or i will betray my body. my skull hurts. my jaw hurts. my teeth hurt. my chest hurts. my heart wants to stop. what i want has no bearing on what i will do. i am going to tear my eyes out. i am going to find a ballpoint pen and explore the hole forming in my chest, pick and tear at it until i can see inside myself. my organs will come out of each hole in my body. i will have seen it coming for months.
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