Pain. That was all I could feel.
Pains that had no source.
Pain that couldn't be described
Pain.
I could practically smell Death.
Pain of no return.
Pain of regret
Pain of unfulfillment
Pain.
Pain of remembrance
Pain filled with unfanthomable memories
Pain of weakness
Pain of living
Pain.
Pain of sorrow
Pain of joy
Pain of accomplishment
Pain of resentment.
Pain.
Pain of neverending sadness
Pain of wanting more
Pain of feelings
Pain of Death.
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Hehehe I'm sure you all are wondering what is it I'm muttering but it seems today might eventually be my last day of breathing fresh air.
Life has never been easy for me since the moment I was born. While to most people that I might tell my story to, it might seem like I am just someone ungrateful to life. Well, that's your choice.
I was born with sickle cell Anemia. I'm very sure we know what that means but anyway. There's was something that always makes me scared due to this health issue.
The day I die or rather how I die.
I am technically not someone who is scared of Death but how I die has always been my fear.
Death to me is just like an Eternal Rest. A rest that sometimes I always wished I had.
I was once asked that if I were to be reborn what or who would I like to be?
Well, my answer will always remain the same. I want to be reborn as Jeon-Jungkook of BTS without any health issues to obstruct my future.
But as I lay on the floor in my family house staring at our green and white ceiling which has become blurry due to my teary eyes. I realized it was time for me to leave this world but in the worst way possible. Pains. My crisis.
I can still hear the voice of my father in the background crying and praying to whatever God there is out there. However no matter how long he prays, it was too late. It was time.
As I took in my last breath of Air or what I thought was my last, My heart began to beat again. It didn't take more than a second for me to realize I was breathing again. However, my eyes refused to open...