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We are all dying from the day we are born into this world, but it is always near the end of our journey that we really appreciate what it is to be alive and write about it. Who really knows what day or time it may be to come? These are my journals of my life as I know it. I always thought death would come to me in colors, from the bright red flow of your blood coursing through your veins to eventual darkness.
Fact or Fiction, still Unreal... Victim, Vigilante, or Victor...
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