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I like eating dinner for breakfast and breakfast for dinner. I like the smell of rain in the air. I like counting the gulps of water I...

Survival is not experience.  It’s luck — pure chance. And every day I feel the devil digging his heels into me  one  step  at  a  time...

I wrote to you again, but only met with silence, my friend. I read your last message again to the world, and to yourself about escaping...