qualify me for death, I mean like immediately. But, like it or not, I aint died yet. And I have a hope that is in someone other than me. It was a free gift. Sometimes it feels like they'll be coming for me any minute. Wow. I'm free.
I'm 47. That's old. Not as ancient as 47 seemed when I was 20, but OLD. My knees are crunchy and my belly is bigger than it might be. All kinds of things work wrong and others don't work at all.
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