Someone's grandpa is dying of general rot. He is 86, going on 87.
He is really cool. He does "dangerous" things such as cycling with his grandkid to the market. But that was many many years ago.
He seems really interesting. He probably has lots of stories to tell. But I won't have the chance to hear them. His stories would probably be forgotten with time.
General rot. How horrid. When your body fails you; when time takes away your mind; when you slowly forget. When would it come for your soul?
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