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A few years back I received a similar email. It was about a girl who's best friend's wife had passed away. And the day before the funeral she goes over to visit him and finds him in the bedroom putting some beautiful lingerie on the bed. As they make eye contact he smiles sadly and says: "she was saving it for a special occasion" And so the girl decides to never save something for later.
Since I read that I've tried to live my life like that because you never know when your time is up
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I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
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