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January 25, 2017
This was how death was beginning to define me. It was slowly taking one by one the people I knew. I would be the last to go with no one left to bury me. That was ok I suppose. I was not all that keen on getting buried. There was something about being put that deep in the ground that weighed me down. Better to get burned up or to just decompose slowly in the woods with the animals knowing on you. Either of these options would hopefully be after I had died. I had no desire to burn alive.