I have seen my death as I have seen my life. The end has become tenable and almost heartwarming, actually invigorating.
I've begun to really start to accept what my reality is. In doing so, just as I accepted the turnout, I accept the dim out.
I want to leave loving. That can't be bad.
The tears are there but it's full of love and joy. That can't be bad.
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