And so here I am again; "its showtime!" This is the moment where I wrap myself in a persona of confidence and purpose. Like doing this crap is of any importance in the grand scheme of things. Yes, it's better than robbing banks for a living, but if I don't get my life in gear, I'll be just as dead as the bank robbers after armageddon. We both have a sword of Damocles above our heads and while they differ in weight and hone, they both will kill.
These days I just want to get it over with. I have been picked up and am on my way down again. I don't even brace for impact anymore. It all hurts just the same. No point in protecting the vital organs, it's just a matter of time before everything is ruined beyond repair. What an ending I have allowed myself to suffer. If only I had . . .
Maybe I could just . . . who the hell am I trying to kid. Falling through 3000 feet, it won't be long now.
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