I have stolen a decade from death. It’s no small thing. You should be happy or grateful. I’m not. I’m worried. I am worried about continuing to breathe without realizing that I am already dead. I’m worried about being dead in life
By now, I should be dead. I planned to retire from the great theater of life before I turned fifty. It seemed like an unbearable excess to live with myself for more than five decades. I wanted to divorce myself from that hateful man. Such a thing…
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