Weird but it's stuck in my head.
I can sense Death near me, all the time. He stands there, watching me. I toy around the fact that I can feel his presence. It interests me instead of scaring me. I welcome it, letting the feeling washing over me. If I could, I would look straight into his nonexisting eyes. Why? Because I know he has a past. A past I would like to learn about. Every time I feel him around me, I can almost hear him telling me, "No, not this time." So... when is my time?
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