Mine apparently does, because of how many damned close brushes with death I've had... And at least twice, an inch either way would have been goodbye heart or a severed spinal cord.
Still haven't figured out what I'm supposed to do yet. There MUST be a divine reason why I am still alive.
Mine apparently does, because of how many damned close brushes with death I've had... And at least twice, an inch either way would have been goodbye heart or a severed spinal cord.
Still haven't figured out what I'm supposed to do yet. There MUST be a divine reason why I am still alive.
I feel the same way, but know there is no divine reason, just luck.
I feel the same way, but know there is no divine reason, just luck.
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