What do you do when you know you should have been dead? When you should never have got past one fatal night and because you did you are now left in oblivion. Is it right to just merely exist? What is the point in living when you feel you have nothing but work and sleep left? Is it really worth feeling anything at all? He wasn't sure but then he wasn't going to take any other way out. When nature called for his time and he was left to die he would take it gracefully and gratefully.
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