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I decide Who am I! This is my choice, this is my life, in which I cant throw out a single line or replace a second.
Error Does Not Exist. Awareness. Happiness
And right now describing the events of that day and plunged into my memories, echoes of pain, suffering and doubt come to me again and again that I could still do something then. Something in me says: No! Thats it, I dont suffer! And something else shouts: Guilty! Knees fell ill, grief seized, as if there was already no more joy and happiness.
Thinking out loud Or who decides?
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