For two weeks I lived certain I was going to die. Not in panic, but in calm. I cleared closets. Built a funeral playlist. Wrote and recorded my own eulogy. What lingered wasn’t fear, it was the story I wanted left behind.
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That Time Death Brushed My Cheek
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For two weeks I lived certain I was going to die. Not in panic, but in calm. I cleared closets. Built a funeral playlist. Wrote and recorded my own eulogy. What lingered wasn’t fear, it was the story I wanted left behind.