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No matter how serene things may be in my life, how well things are going, my body and soul are two cliff pea from which a dream of who I can be falls, and I must learn to fly again each day, or die.
Death draws respect 10 and fear from the living. Death offers no false starts. It is not a referee with a pop-gun at the startling 15 of a hundred yard dash.
I continually find myself in the ruins 20 of new beginnings, uncoiling the rope of my life to descend ever deeper into unknown abysses,
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