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There are nights when the thought occurs to me and I’m overcome with a deep sadness and hollowness. I can almost taste what it’s like to live as a shell, haunted by ghosts of the past.

Then there are other scary times when those thoughts are instead a welcome prospect, and I look upon myself in shock but not enough disgust… That a secret part of me is ready to welcome such a fate.

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