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Doubt

Bomb in my chest ticking
Drumbeat in my ears pulsating
When it aches to simply breathe and exist
Then I know I've died.

Done it before, and resurrected
Each time the recovery is a bit easier
Yet the moment of death hurts all the same.

Not quicker, no less pain.

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