I should have died. But I still seem to be hanging on. It could be vain self-preservation, believing my literary work of philosophical insight is important, or it's simply cowardice. In the meantime, I must continuously endure the mundane of human existence. Problem is, how much longer until finally calling it quits, and succumbing to inevitable fate?
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