I'm scared of dying because I don't want the doctors to perform an autopsy on me. I don't want random strangers to cut me open where I've so skillfully hidden my secrets. I don't want people to see my charcoal heart, where lies and flaws left their indelible stains. I don't want them to see my shriveled lungs, where I've stopped breathing years ago. I don't want people to see the gruesome contents of my stomach, where all the words and thoughts and feelings I've swallowed rotted away over the years. I would rather have insects and maggots eat me away and have my secrets seep through the soil of the silent earth. I would rather not die at all.
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