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I have seen death more times than I would care to remember. I stared at its face as he loomed over my brother. I watched as he sat at the foot of my grandmother's bed. I looked him in the eye as he followed my grandfather. Each time I begged him to have mercy. To leave them alone. This was the first time that I gazed upon him and felt his embrace hoping he would take me with him.

They itch and hurt,

After everything I have tried to bury them,

they keep coming back up,

Crawling, scraping against my mind

they find a way to torment me every single time

Let them die, just like the one I shared them with.