An incurable disease that haunts the young
Waiting, watching until that perfect moment.
Gulp.
Swallowed whole.
Down into the belly of the beast.
A slow procession, plenty of time to realize
How unfortunate you are.
Year by year it gets worse
Until you are haunted by what you once were.
Now a shade of your former self
A shell of who you could've been
Consumed by sleep.
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