A cyst was growing, slowing but surely, at the       back of her aching blue mind. It filled her head with black       thoughts, sour dreams and fear as cold as dry ice, which burns and       wounds easily on contact. The snot coloured pulp began as a calm       and benign little thing, the product of an ill-used imagination.       But it grew untreated with voracity and vivacity that was almost       spiritual. Eventually, she succumbed to the inoperable, malignant       cancer. The autopsy read. "Cause of death : Unknown", her mother       mumbled, "I always told her - TV is the mind killer!"
        
 
 
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