The first time I really thought about death was in the bathroom of a grocery store.
I realized that what really makes me scared is if it comes and I'm unprepared.
I watch the sky as it falls on my windshield.
I feel a change I can't explain.
I wonder if it's real.
I don't want to hear a voice in my head asking, "Did I make the best of the time I had?"
Saying, "What do you have to show for this?"
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