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On days like these, when mortality confronts you, there's a tiny question screaming at the back of my head asking: What if? I know it's ironic, for me at least, because of everything
It always feels terrible when you are confronted by your mortality. Even if you spent a chunk out of your life just wanting to throw it all away there's still that tiny part that wants to try: What would it be like if I tried to do it differently? Or even just to try?
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