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| what did it mean, become what you are. |
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| when i thought about it it was too late. |
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| i was dead but that didn't stop me thinking, and with a lovingkindness i rarely mustered in life. |
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| strangely the more i thought the more my shame receded in death whereas in life it only increased. |
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