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In the end, it wasn’t the universe conspiring against me. The laws applied to us all. I chose this path the easy road, smoking away every worry, blaming the world for not being good enough. It was always me against me. And every second I’m given is an opportunity to change.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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In the end, it wasn’t the universe conspiring against me. The laws applied to us all. I chose this path the easy road, smoking away every worry, blaming the world for not being good enough. It was always me against me. And every second I’m given is an opportunity to change.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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