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Sep 2
And there I stood, observing her face,

A gush of relief came over me
At peace at last.

No rushed breathing,
Worried face.
Just peace. Stillness.

But it was alright.
What?
It was alright.
This train of thought couldn't be mine.

I realised, if this is what death is, I am less afraid.
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