Edward Nicholas Martinez
Recently to the date of this writing, I spent three nights awake. I was convinced that I would die soon but, though my body was afraid, I was excited. My heart pounded as every noise seemed to herald my end. Every cough was a plague and every scratch an infection. But I laughed and praised life. Praised my life that had brought this delightful, if irrational, terror to my life. A life that every fiber of my being told me would soon end.
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