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The Fault in our Stars

I just finished The Fault in Our Stars. After reading it, I just lied down in a fetal position and hugged the book thinking about death, and how I want death to keep away from my cancer-walking loved one but only realising that for two years now, I have been denying the idea that death has been walking amongst us always; erected from the ground and prepared to attack its next victim.

All death is doing now is just delaying the time it needs to reach out to grab my loved one’s leg and bury him deep inside the ground.

It scares me.