The Afterlife - Life Goes On
Dying was not pleasant - a disease ravaged my relatively young body of 42 years. My habits aided my demise. From the earliest memories, life felt like a mountain to climb with predators stalking every step of the way, just waiting for you to trip. It felt good to escape.
In my last days, I roamed my garden of overgrown regrets that I had no time left to tame. I left behind few flowers and a lot of aggressive weeds.
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