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“Most mornings all I can think is I am the reason for one person's boulder. A rock to another. Both a joy and a woe in one life cycle. Both the abused and the abuser. The tortured and the torturer. It is not long till I realize that I am always thinking of what I can be to another and never to myself. You see, us humans, we make hundreds and hundreds of bad little Decisions hoping that one of them leads us to the answer. Not knowing that we are in the end, the only answer. The chosen ones. The ones to ourselves.”

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