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I dreamed that I died last night. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. I was floating in the air above my body. It was lying in a coffin. It was peaceful for a few seconds, lying there. But then I realized what was happening. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep.I've dreamed about dying before, but never like this. Like I'd be in a big battle, shooting down the enemy with a machine gun... and then being shot. But this dream was different.I can't believe this is happening to me. It doesn't seem real. I feel like I'm in a haze. If you told me 2 weeks ago that I would be this sick, this soon, I'd have said you're crazy. I mean, here I am, talking about dying.Every friggin' day is worse. Every day when I don't get better is like another nail
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