This was written in your honor. The honor of all of those who wished to read it, and all of those who continued when they thought they wouldn’t be able to anymore. This book was written to document the life and times of someone who keeps trying to rid himself of life and times. Life’s a constantly changing thing, in an instant it can get better, or worse. I’d love for it to get better, yet, only time will tell. Somehow, I know that only a select few people will read this, but I will forever keep this to myself in case after my death, the world finds itself worthy to read my story. It’ll mark the one time that I think the world, and everyone in it, won’t be worthy of me, for once.
Thank you.
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