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Nov 2017
Spent a month just writing, anything and everything that ever came to mind. During all this, I realized I'm not dead, but dying. The point is, I'm trying. I've come to terms with the fact that I'm no longer afraid. I've got nothing left to say to you. And although I know sometimes things just don't work out, I'm hoping this isn't one of them.
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