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July 28, 2020
I wake on the brink of a precipice looking down into hell with no idea how I got here. Waking in this frightful place all I can think about is how I got here, not where I am going or what happens next; and as always, I see every step that brought me here is wrong. I can see now that any change might have halted this journey, could have diverted my descent into this disaster and might have taken me to a place of safety instead. Regret is rather a waste of time when I should be saving myself.