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Being Dead

It’s not being dead that concerns me it’s all the things I will have left unsaid all the things I will have left undone all the sorries I never gave all the thank yous I never conveyed all the calls I meant to make or return but never did all those things that when I’m dead I can never do or undo we only get to go round once there’s no going back and I know I won’t get it right on this my first and only time round.

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Date: 11/27/2023 6:42:00 AM
Pointed observations Rory. And yet we can cross all the T's and dot all the I's before the end. Maybe some of them
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