Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what the world would be like without me here. I mean isn’t that how it works? Here one day gone the next. No explanation, no reasoning. I can’t imagine it would make much impact at all. I would be missed by an infinitesimal amount of people. The world would go on turning. Here one day, gone the next. Sometimes I just can’t help but wonder…
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you know my name, not my story.
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