I’ve never feared death, not like this. Funny how you don’t think about it till someone tells you you’re going to die. it’s a consequence of course but it still has instilled a fear in me, not only for myself. If it was just me I don’t think I would mind as much but that fear for my unborn child. It’s heartbreaking. Thinking how one slip up one mistake you could kill the most innocent thing in the world. I never took into consideration my life, my survival. My close death never changed the way I look at things. What has happened is paranoia of losing my boy, thinking at any moment he could be gone. It’s frightening. Yet he is my life and that would be a far worse form of death, a death of my soul.
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