[CN: discussion on death, anxiety] I am afraid of my own heartbeat. Feeling it, hearing it; the bustle of the beatlike a countdown to death. It feels too heavy; too important. I don’t always like knowing that I’m alive. To know that I’m alive means to know I will die. To know that I’m alive means to know my trauma. Intimately. Repeatedly.
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