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when I was younger I somehow got to close behind someone playing backyard baseball. Aluminum bat + Homerun Hitting Softball player (One of the best in the league) + me too close = An overswing that knocks me out cold. Well, It wasn't life threatening, I didn't have my glasses on, and I was rushed to Redi-Med and got my 7 Sky Blue Stitches. Apparently you could see my skull... Well now for the part that leads up to this thread. Where the scar end and where my temple begins is practically non-existant. Now just WHAT happen if your temple is pierced?.. I have probably a centimeter (or less) of space between scar and temple. I've pondered this for a long time, because of it.. I got over the fear of death... and the unhappiness of life. I live life to be happy, nothing but. So now I'm happy and pleased with my life... from that I can die happy. If I can die happy, whats to fear?
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RoboBlaster:
Welcome to the club! Not that I'm in the club. And there really isn'a a club in the first place. But if there was a club and if I was in it, I would definitely welcome you to it.
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