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March ?/1998

Who am I anymore? I am lost. Something was lost within me long ago. Will I ever find it again? Have I ever felt so close to finding it, and then have everything taken away. Now, nothing lives within me. What am I? I am dead. I am dying. I am no more. If I am to die again, I want it to be for the last time.