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The Death
The Death
Eighteen, and an uncle`s demise had introduced me to death by
dying before we are really old, I was enveloped by a horrid fear
of death it is not the very old who dies. The thought of not breathing,
not feeling and nor seeing became an unbearable agony I had to
escape, and there was the thought of pain intolerable and sustained
and not getting up institutional pillows were had struggled for air
sleep is the enemy, I thought I only could stay awake. 37 hours I lasted
and collapsed outside a shop selling masks of evil kings.
When I awoke after sleeping 15 hours, mother was there; had learned
a lesson you can`t cheat death, but I never told them anything about
my experiment of longevity-
Eighteen, and an uncle`s demise had introduced me to death by
dying before we are really old, I was enveloped by a horrid fear
of death it is not the very old who dies. The thought of not breathing,
not feeling and nor seeing became an unbearable agony I had to
escape, and there was the thought of pain intolerable and sustained
and not getting up institutional pillows were had struggled for air
sleep is the enemy, I thought I only could stay awake. 37 hours I lasted
and collapsed outside a shop selling masks of evil kings.
When I awoke after sleeping 15 hours, mother was there; had learned
a lesson you can`t cheat death, but I never told them anything about
my experiment of longevity-
Published 24th Jul 2015
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