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Day 24

      I think it's time to come clean to you. I think about death.

A lot.

It's not like I can help it though. It's like a permanent thought that encases my mind with a tight grip and chooses to never leave. Death scares some people and fascinates others due to the lack of knowledge as to what follows beyond the grave. Right now, I stand in between of both views.

Growing up, I never was one to want to give up. You, of course, know this first hand. You  remember when we were way younger and we would wrestle each other in the dirt of my backyard? I was much smaller than you so you, most always, let me win. I never gave up even when you did start to fight back on occasion. You would then pretend like I had you pinned down when I obviously did not. You never actually "won".

This carried on throughout my life, from about that point to some time ago. My thoughts have changed much like your persona and character did. I feel death is an easy way out of life. So is it really like giving up?
Absolutely.

But maybe it's my turn to finally lose.