That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive.
Related Authors: Haruki Murakami | Norwegian Wood
Related Topics: death
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